TJ - RAPID FIRE RHYMES

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 10 ก.พ. 2025
  • I did this song a while back. Wanted to add some art to it.
    [Intro]
    Ya, uh, check it, spitting flames on these offbeat waves,
    Imma ride this rhythm, quick wit' no delays.
    [Verse]
    City slicker, syllable splitter, bitter but sweeter,
    Back alley preacher, deeper than Atlantic’s outer reaches.
    Talk fast, heartbeats staccato, flip the bravado,
    Sippin' coffee, spit words hotter than a supernova.
    Old school corner cypher with the young lions,
    Fingers twitch faster than quicksilver ions.
    Every phrase a maze, no app to map the route,
    They wonder how I spit these truths without a doubt.
    [Verse 2]
    Underground hustler with the mind of a puzzle,
    Verses sizzle, frazzle competition in a tussle.
    Sharp like a razorblade, every sentence a grenade,
    Explode on impact, winning in a mind raid.
    Fast talker, walk the walk, cadence of a cheetah,
    Dream seeker, word linker, thoughts ricochet a heater.
    Nighttime cityscape, streetlights a rhythm guide,
    Quick breath, no rest, flowing like a tide.
    [Verse 3]
    Microphone vandal, handle scandals with scandalous skills,
    Blood spills on these ink-thickened quills.
    Cipher spitting hybrids with the speed of light's essence,
    No hesitation, words blur in the presence.
    Brainstorming firestorms in a nuclear mind,
    Exhale these rhymes faster than days unwind.
    Concrete jungle king, high strung syllable slinger,
    Nerves like broken strings, yet swift with my stinger.
    [Verse 4]
    Step through dimensions, rhythms raw like animal instincts,
    Precision and vision, words weave futuristic links.
    Kinetic, energetic, spitting with devilish elegance,
    No room for irrelevance, high-speed resonance.
    Bearer of a visionary torch in a blind world,
    Thoughts unfurled, twirling in a whirlwind herald.
    Pages burning with the speed of my cognition's edge,
    Sharp like ledger’s edge, diving off knowledge ledge.
    [Verse 5]
    Handcuffs made of verses freed from the mental jails,
    Mail these letters of fire, through these lyrical gails.
    Quicker than a heartbeat, rapid rhymes rattle like trains,
    No refrain, expressions clear yet hard to maintain.
    Voices blend, speech rendered in tongues of elders,
    Cold nights, bright minds under city

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