Lyrical Acrobatics

Pen sharp, cut through like butter at the dawn,

Tongue twistin’, graffiti on the break of a yawn.

Drip heavy, no tap, it’s flow game strong,

Echo in the alley, my shadow tags along.

Eyes glintin' darker than the black of a crow,

Rhymes tighter than a banker’s vault on the low.

Heartbeat kicks, the bass starts to grow,

Minefield of syllables, I step, then explode.

Breathe fire on the track, the mic’s my pyro,

Spit so vicious, it bites, gone viral.

Words ripple out like stones in a spiral,

Crown me the king, no contest for the title.

Fingers spin tales, silver threads from my veins,

Ink blots blossom, tattoos on remains.

Blink and miss it, I’m Houdini on trains,

Flow freight heavy, cargo stashed in my brain.

The underground hum, the rail’s faint moan,

My lyrics carve paths through the marrow of bone.

Cities rise in my verses; kingdoms overthrown,

Seeds of rebellion in my garden overgrown.

Breathe fire on the track, the mic’s my pyro,

Spit so vicious, it bites, gone viral.

Words ripple out like stones in a spiral,

Crown me the king, no contest for the title.