Cybernetic Majesty

Load the magazine of the mind, a machine on the track

Spitting static and gasoline back with a vengeance to attack

No relaxing, I'm packing a paradigm shifting the map

When the rhythm is tracking the madness you step in a trap

Look at the wreckage, I'm severing skeptics, I'm ready to elevate state

Keeping a method embedded, energetic, I'm setting the pace for the great

Never pathetic, athletic, poetic, a medic, I'm burning the gate

Deadly genetic, a sonic epidemic, I'm rewriting fate

Look at the master, a thriller, a pillar, superior brain

Stepping it up to the cut, I'm a force that you cannot contain

Rip it and grip it and flip it and skip it, I'm slipping the chain

Clicking and picking, I'm kicking the rhythm, I'm running the game

Get on out of my zone, out of my throne, out of my mind

Burying clones in the dust of the stones that you never could find

Better resign line for a line, blind to the sign, prime of design

Spitting a venomous, elegant, heavy-set rebel ahead of my time

Sipping the medicine, handling business, I'm killing the rhythm, I limit the crime

Finishing critics with infinite physics, I'm hitting 'em, dropping 'em down on a dime

Never compliance, I'm dropping a science, defiance is giant, I'm breaking the line

Look at the scaling, I'm failing to see any lyricist matching a verse of mine

Pack up the battery, back with fatality, stacking vocabulary, factual strategy

Lyrical majesty, gripping reality, flipping capacity, splitting the gravity

Look at the mastery, gaining authority, moving majority, choosing priority

Doing it easily, winning it legally, keeping 'em under minority

I am the definition of a lyrical ammunition, a magician with a mission to demolish the competition

Listen to the definition of a hidden condition, an emission of a vision with a rapid transmission

Taking 'em out of position, abolishing all of the friction, avoiding the restriction of a visual addiction

Spitting with precision, a decision on a collision, a division of a prism in a prison of conviction

I'm a psychotic robotic hypnotic melodic erratic automatic product of a problematic dynamic

Panicking puppets are plummeting down to the summit, I run it, I done it, you love it, I sub it

Hitting the ceiling, I'm peeling the layers of tracking, attacking the whack with a lyrical stacking

Lacking the passion, I'm smashing the fashion, a massive assassin, I'm passing 'em up in a fraction

Bitch, I am better, a trendsetter, a go-getter, a dead ringer for bringing the heat in a letter

Wetting the sweater, I'm breaking the tether, I'm altering weather, together we bury the debtor

Never a quitter, a bitter emitter of glitter, a splitter of litters, a killer of quitters, I'm bitter

Sifting the sand of a land with a plan in my hand with a band that is grander than any transmitter

Look at the flow, I'm a pro, I'm a show, I'm a go, I'm a blow to the dome of a foe in the snow

Rowing the boat to the throat of a goat with a coat that is floatable, notable, totally quoteable

Dropping 'em low to the floor with a door that is closed on the pros that are froze in a pose

Nobody knows how the poetry grows when the flows are exposed to the cold where the hurricane blows

Drop the bass in the dirt, let it work, let it lead

Pushing past the limit, cybernetic type of speed

Rhyming higher than a human mouth can ever feed

Finished with the quickness, I'm the only king you need