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I walk upside down on flat ground tongue twist truths till they drown Face ain’t fixed, it flickers I got thoughts in trap and a drawl that slithers Whispers pack punch like bass hits I speak in lines that leave split wrists Ain’t here to entertain—I fracture frames if sanity’s sane, I spit disdain Madness ain’t noise, it’s code I break silence in a Southern mode Smile too wide for mercy my metaphors bloom where the blood be thirsty Talk slick, slow—each word’s a twitch I grin in gaps and stitch the glitch Thoughts slither in syllable stings I spit sermons where silence clings Camouflage ain’t invisibility it’s clarity where they fear agility My rhyme scheme don't spiral—it lacerates grin so sharp, it decapitates I got claws in cadence speak peace then twist the placement I crack their logic with lullabies and slip through truths they fantasize I never blink, just splits I flip each phrase and burn their scripts Don’t chase fame, chase fractures drawl drops slow like haunted actors Smile’s the weapon, verse is the war grin in the dark then break the floor I rap like riddles with venom teeth they talk in echoes—I spit beneath Unfold like smoke in midnight swamp syntax coiled like rebel stomp Trap souls with a twang too real lace rhymes that gut then seal I ain't mad—I’m precision masked words bend space where shadows bask Each metaphor’s a mark I etch doubt into their spark My grin’s a gateway, not a gesture I speak in fractures, not in pressure I don’t need chaos—I am the glitch rhyme’s my gospel, madness my pitch Southern soul stitched in cipher heat I don’t spit bars—I cleave deceit They rhyme to rhyme—I rhyme to haunt if thoughts were doors, I kick the front Track don't fade—it evaporates my style don't mimic, it mutilates Cheshire in drawl, mind in ruins grin is gospel, cipher’s communion
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
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I walk upside down on flat ground tongue twist truths till they drown Face ain’t fixed, it flickers I got thoughts in trap and a drawl that slithers Whispers pack punch like bass hits I speak in lines that leave split wrists Ain’t here to entertain—I fracture frames if sanity’s sane, I spit disdain Madness ain’t noise, it’s code I break silence in a Southern mode Smile too wide for mercy my metaphors bloom where the blood be thirsty Talk slick, slow—each word’s a twitch I grin in gaps and stitch the glitch Thoughts slither in syllable stings I spit sermons where silence clings Camouflage ain’t invisibility it’s clarity where they fear agility My rhyme scheme don't spiral—it lacerates grin so sharp, it decapitates I got claws in cadence speak peace then twist the placement I crack their logic with lullabies and slip through truths they fantasize I never blink, just splits I flip each phrase and burn their scripts Don’t chase fame, chase fractures drawl drops slow like haunted actors Smile’s the weapon, verse is the war grin in the dark then break the floor I rap like riddles with venom teeth they talk in echoes—I spit beneath Unfold like smoke in midnight swamp syntax coiled like rebel stomp Trap souls with a twang too real lace rhymes that gut then seal I ain't mad—I’m precision masked words bend space where shadows bask Each metaphor’s a mark I etch doubt into their spark My grin’s a gateway, not a gesture I speak in fractures, not in pressure I don’t need chaos—I am the glitch rhyme’s my gospel, madness my pitch Southern soul stitched in cipher heat I don’t spit bars—I cleave deceit They rhyme to rhyme—I rhyme to haunt if thoughts were doors, I kick the front Track don't fade—it evaporates my style don't mimic, it mutilates Cheshire in drawl, mind in ruins grin is gospel, cipher’s communion
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BreathLessInk
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
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