Offbeat by Design

I don’t trip on the rhythm,
I let the rhythm trip on me.
If the world reads left to right,
I just read it how I see.

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I was scribblin’ crooked letters in the corners of a page,
Tryna find a meaning in the mess that I made.
Teachers said I’m “off,” but I’m just built another way,
I learn in little storms that never show up in the grade.

People talk in straight lines — I talk in spirals and arcs,
I find patterns in the chaos, pull the light from the dark.
I’m a painter with a pulse and a glitch in my spark,
And every flaw that they point at just becomes my art.

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I don’t need perfect timing,
I don’t need perfect rhyme —
I just need my own heartbeat
To sync with the climb.

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Yeah, I’m offbeat by design,
But the world still moves when I draw my line.
I don’t chase the rhythm — the rhythm finds me,
Turnin’ all my misreads into poetry.

Yeah, the letters might twist but the meaning stays true,
I don’t follow their map — I make my debut.
I’m offbeat, off-script, still glowin’ in the climb,
I’m not broken… I’m offbeat by design.

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Words drift sideways, but I bring ’em back in line — Skinny Legend with a vision, let the letters combine
I turn scrambled little fragments into something that’s divine — every twist in my story finds a way to align

Beat fades past me, but I still follow the hum — off-rhythm but I ride it like it’s perfectly timed
I move crooked through the music, but that’s where I’m from — ’cause the break in my pattern makes the whole thing shine

Call it struggle if you want — I call it a spark — turn the stumbles into lanterns when the path goes black
What you see as a problem, I turn into art — every slip in my cadence puts my soul on the track

So when a word slips loose, don’t think I’m fallin’ behind — I build meaning out of moments others leave undefined
I don’t chase perfect rhythm — I reshape the design — and the beat bends with me as the climb stays mine

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Maybe I was built for the broken lines,
For the sideways steps and the crooked signs.
Maybe rhythm wasn’t something I lost —
Maybe rhythm was mine the whole damn time.

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Yeah, I’m offbeat by design,
But the world still turns when I draw my line.
I don’t chase the rhythm — the rhythm finds me,
Turnin’ all my misreads into legacy.

Let the letters fall wild, I’ll rewrite what they do —
I’m a storm, I’m a spark, I’m the truth breakin’ through.
I’m offbeat, off-script, still glowin’ in the climb,
Not a flaw, not a glitch — I’m offbeat by design.

Off Beat, Rap, Mistimed