I’m the glitch in the scripture, encrypted in friction.
Quantum conviction, divine jurisdiction eviction.
Rippin’ infinity’s limit, I’m livid and vivid.
Spittin’ exhibits of physics, explicitly gifted—admit it.
Friction in fiction, I’m flippin’ religions to riddles.
Middle of miracles, cynical, syllable-chemical missiles.
My mental momentum’s a pendulum sent through dimensions.
Ascension prevention suspension—attention!
I’m the crown of sound, profound in rounds of algorithmic rhythm.
Split an atom with a pattern, shatter heaven’s prism.
No superstition in my diction, just friction ignition.
I twist existence like magicians with nuclear intuition.
Every line’s divine, designed to realign time.
While their shrines decline, mine climb to the skyline.
Cosmos in my palm, calm storm, transform norm.
Form torn through wormholes, reborn in brainstorms.
I don’t pray, I create, every phrase is fate.
Every bar’s a scar carved deep in the gate.
Let the thunder debate what my hunger dictates.
Cause I’m the spark in the dark that the stars imitate.
I’m paradox paradoxin’, shockin’ god-boxes.
Talkin’ in toxins of logic that oxidize doctrines.
Clockin’ apocalypse topics with rocket optics.
Mockin’ prophets with knowledge that pockets comets.
Binary deity, symmetry Synergy.
Energy centipede, centering entropy.
Mentally weaponized, mechanized Enterprise.
Every sentence I emphasize redefines heaven’s eyes.
Infinite intricate, intimate, limitless.
Rippin’ the script with ridiculous wickedness.
No victim in rhythm, I’m venom in prism.
Deliver the system a lyrical schism.
So bow to the sound when the ground starts breakin’.
Crown of the loud, every vow is awakenin’.
No faith, no fake, just fate in Vibration.
I’m the code in the soul of creation’s foundation.
