Ammo-fast

(No-Breath Section — read straight through)

I’m an automatic animatic asthmatic acrobatic addict at it,

snappin’ like a static blast, emphatic when I crack the attic,

every pattern that I scatter’s cinematic, problematic

for the rappers lackin’ factors while I’m stackin’ faster tactics—

I’m a grammar hacker, data-packer, latter-day disaster tracker,

mastermind with rhyme designs that climb the spine like spinal fractures,

I’m a tidal wave of primal rage, a cyber-page that's been engaged

to fire lasers, slicing layers, flipping scripts like I’m a scribe with sabers;

I’m invincible, indivisible, syllable-ritual pivotal,

digital, critical, literal, clinical, cynical,

riddled with intervals, triple the typical

speed of the mythical heat of a miracle—

I’m a paradox with a pair of locks on a pair of thoughts that I tear across,

then I wear the cost ’til I’m airin’ off in a stare-off with my own brain;

I’m a rare exhaust of a flared impulse, turn a mere insult

to a clear result: fear consults, my gears revolt,

I spin volts, sling bolts, break faults,

I’m the cult default, the assault exalt,

catapult words till the beat gets waltz’d—

I don’t halt, I don’t jolt, I just vault through walls,

leave ‘em all in awe when the cannonball calls—

this is ammo in the mental, elemental, existential,

rental of a torrential tempo, never gentle—

I’m essential, exponential, multi-dimensional,

dissin’ the conventional, ventin’ my potential

in a pent-up, sent-up, ten-up crescendo—

ENDO.