Mic Check Mayhem
(Fast, aggressive beat drops—think high BPM, tight drums, and a relentless bassline.)
(Verse 1)
Yo, step inside the cipher, igniter, typer of rhymes
I'm a viper, a striper of mics from the hands of the mime.
I climb the high prime time, no slowing the grind of the mind,
I find lines that bind the whole scene, leave the weak behind.
They ask if I'm fresh, I'm minty, my pen game's spendy and steep,
While others get sleepy and weepy, my flow's running deep in the Jeep.
I got the key to the keep, the sea of the speak, where the meek don't meet me,
I'm slick, a speed-freak, my technique peaks, you can't defeat me.
This ain't a demo, it's the dojo, I go low to show the mojo,
No slow-mo or faux glow, I'm a pro, so you know the dodo's gotta go!
I spit a fit, a hit, that's quick and slick, a verbal trick that sticks,
I mix the wits, the guts, the nuts, with cuts that split your cliques!
(Chorus)
I'm the Rap God on a roadblock, my word-stock is atomic, a shock to the system,
I drop flame, no shame, I'm the game, you can't tame or claim the whole rhythm.
A lyrical blizzard, a wizard, a gizzard full of pure venom and power,
I devour the weak, I speak in a peak, and it takes you an hour to glower!
I'm in the zone, I drone on my throne, alone, the best you've known, overblown and crisp!
A fast-paced haze, a dazzling daze, you're amazed at the phrase on my list!
(Verse 2)
Check the pattern, the chatter, the splatter of words on the screen,
I scatter your matter, your dreams, your schemes, you know what I mean?
It's a chain reaction, no fraction of the action that I can't sustain,
I'm a main attraction, pure satisfaction, an overwhelming pain in the brain.
I'm so witty and crisp, you'll slip from my grip, I'm the clip in the cannon,
I trip the whole town with the sound, no crown, just a rap banner and fan on.
I got a flow that's kinetic, so energetic, a frenetic, poetic aesthetic,
My lexicon's strong, where you went wrong is you thought I'd be less than prophetic.
I'm a titan who's mighten-ing up the tempo with a brightening mic hand,
The words are tightening, fighting, igniting, a fright in the entire land.
I stack the syllables back to back, no slack, no time for the nap,
A verbal attack on the track, I crack your jaw, where's your map? Get off my lap!
I'm a verbal gymnast, a lyric activist, a catalyst for the sickest rap,
I spit six different licks in a mix, that's quick, with no time for the trap!
(Chorus)
I'm the Rap God on a roadblock, my word-stock is atomic, a shock to the system,
I drop flame, no shame, I'm the game, you can't tame or claim the whole rhythm.
A lyrical blizzard, a wizard, a gizzard full of pure venom and power,
I devour the weak, I speak in a peak, and it takes you an hour to glower!
I'm in the zone, I drone on my throne, alone, the best you've known, overblow
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