00:00Music
00:12Clock's ticking, I'm the second hand's nemesis
00:15Pen sharp splitting syllables like Genesis
00:18They pencil in the blueprint, but I'm the architect
00:21Sad script flows, ancient vibes, they ain't honest yet
00:24Page burden, I'm the arsonist of paragraphs
00:27Writing high with glyphs on beats, phonetic polygraphs
00:30Lumps full of ether, spit flames till the smoke's clear
00:33Third eye sniper, vision sharper than a ghost's leer
00:36Grindstone breath, every verse a gemstone
00:39Lines cut, diamonds, my voice a tectonic zone
00:42Ink bleeds gold, every drop worth a ransom
00:45Legacy encrypted, ciphered in my anthems
00:48They say rap's dead, I resurrect like Lazarus
00:51Brahm, Brahm, Strahbaz, I recognize the hazardous
00:54Syntax, acrobat, my mind somersaults verbs
00:57Gritty like the soil, every rhyme pulls the earth's nerves
01:00Script chop, a syllable splitter, no filler
01:03Truth in my veins, not a pulse for the thriller
01:06Life's a matrix, my pen bends the binary
01:09Code in revolution, 16-bit diary
01:12Tidal waves crash, but I surf on the crest
01:15Beats the battlefield, my boss bulletproof vest
01:18This ain't a date, it's the art of survival
01:21Versus white scriptures, this Mike my revival
01:48Block's ticking, I'm the second-hand's nemesis
01:54Pen sharp, splitting syllables like Genesis
01:57They pencil in the blueprint, but I'm the architect
02:00Sand's great flows, ancient vibes, they ain't harnessed yet
02:03Page burning, I'm the arsonist of paragraphs
02:06Writing hieroglyphs on beats, phonetic polygraphs
02:09Lungs full of ether, spit flames till the smoke's clear
02:12Third eye sniper, vision sharper than a ghost's leer
02:15Grindstone breath, every verse a gemstone
02:18Lines cut, diamonds, my voice a tantatonic zone
02:21It bleeds gold, every drop worth a ransom
02:24Legacy encrypted, siphoned in my adverb
02:27They say rap's dead, I resurrect like Lazarus
02:30Rah, Mr. Bars, I weaponize the hazardous
02:33Syntax, acrobat my mind, some assaults verbs
02:36Quitty like the soil, every rhyme pulls the earth's nerves
02:39Script chop, a syllable splitter, no filler
02:42Truth in my veins, not a pulse for the thriller
02:44Life's a matrix, my pen bends the binary
02:47Coating revolution, 16-bit diary
02:50Title waves crash, but I surf on the crest
02:53Beats the battlefield, my boss bulletproof vest
02:56This ain't a game, it's the art of survival
02:59Versus white scriptures, this might my revival
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