Quick like a flash, not slow, got the flow that smashes
Bash in the eardrums and leave them in ashes
Cash in the wisdom, not minor decisions
Fracture the system with lyrical missions
Crafting the rhythm with syntax precision
No competition, just bars in collision
Like traffic in vision or blasts from a piston
Actions efficient, no time for omission
Detractors are fishin', I'm swimmin’ with purpose
Surf waves of the verses, emerged from the surface
Slick with the syntax, flip facts on impact
Kicks with the snare taps, quick as a clapback
Map out maneuvers, no slack in the track
Stacking my dominance, truth in the rucksack
Abstract ambitions with practical missions
Fraction the fiction, exacting convictions
Act with intention, no lapse in dimensions
In the labyrinth of bars, no lack in ascension
Precision incision, incision's decision
In this kingdom of rhythm, I'm king when I'm spittin'