Kinetic

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[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1]
I'm the kinetic schematic, an addict to static, dramatically acrobatic,
My lyrical automatic is spitting erratically, causing a panic, it's cinematic.
I'm running from phantoms, a quantum tantrum, I can't understand 'em,
I'm leaving a trail of combustible tandem, a volatile random expansion.
This heat is a beacon, my frequency's peakin', the structure is creakin' and weakenin',
I'm constantly seekin' a secret to keep in the demon that's leakin' and speakin'.
I'm on the precipice, nemesis genesis, can't stop the emphasis,
This is the exodus, venomous edifice, nothing can measure this.
I'm bound by the adhesive, can't leave it, you wouldn't believe it,
This weight on my spirit, I have to adhere it, I feel it, I fear it, revere it.
Insanity's gravity, tragic depravity, this is my cavity, my finality.

[Chorus]
There once was a shadow who lived in the metro,
He moved in the echo, a master of retro-flow.
He wasn't a villain but stayed on the ceiling,
Just chasing a feeling, revealing and healing.
There once was a shadow who lived in the metro,
He moved in the echo, a master of retro-flow.
He wasn't a villain but stayed on the ceiling, (yeah)
Just chasing a feeling, (uh) revealing and healing.

[Verse 2]
Honestly, logically, this second part is a mockery, probably,
'Cause the first verse anomaly is a verbal monopoly, stopping me.
It's a bully, it fully and cruelly is pulling me under, a wonder I'm breathing,
It's pointing and screaming, demeaning my meaning, convening a legion of reasons I'm failing.
It's calling me counterfeit, how can I counter it? The power of it is astounding.
Then the hook and the beat form a clique, and they're on me so quick, and the pressure is mounting.
But I find my composure, get closer to closure, the verbal exposure's my weapon,
I take a new breath in, a lyrical lesson, a second to step in and beckon.
I flip the perspective, my method's effective, selective, and hyper-corrective,
They stand there affected, my style is perfected, respected, dissected, connected.
The first verse is history, solving the mystery, it can't get to me now.
I like that.

[Bridge]
The architect. Check the dialect.
You will respect the intellect.
This final bar... hear the intellect... feelin' the effect.
A couple ad-libs, watch me resurrect.
Let's resurrect.
I think you've had enough.
Give me the mic back.
You could never write that.
Oh, it's like that?

[Breakdown]
So you thought it was over? A moment of silence?
This is the takeover, the sound of the tyrants.
I break down the rhythm, I shatter the structure,
I feed on the friction, a lyrical vulture.
Every syllable calculated, articulated, emancipated,
The game is sedated, I leave it annihilated.

[Verse 3]
I'm the final revision, a vision of pure demolition and verbal collision,
My only decision is surgical-level precision, I'm splitting division with brilliant fission.
No time for the critics, the cynical mimics, I'm breaking the limits of physics,
I'm living in lyrics, the spirit of merit, you hear it and fear it, you'll never get near it.
This is the climax, the syntax that bypasses all of the timelines and clim-acts,
My mind is a fortress, a vortex of torment and raw, flawless performance.

[Outro]
The track stops breathing 'til the fraud stops speaking!
Yeah, yeah, now right back!
This is the final act!
There is no coming back!

[Instrumental Outro] [Fade Out]

[End]