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PŘÎËŞȚ (ft. tworewind & John The Priest)

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I’m wired like my mind’s an Ethernet,
Every line connect, the net respect I intersect,
They buggin’, I’m the code, no antidote, I’m insect-ual,
Every verse infects the net that’s intellectual.
I been ill since a sick day turned sick play,
Wordplay in my DNA, I spit a rib cage,
My pen bleed thoughts I write wrongs and right wrongs,
Bars so current, they shock gods when the mic’s on.
Double vision, see both sides when I rhyme,
I’m ahead of my time, that’s a deadline,
They said “fall back,” but I spring forward, that’s seasons change,
I autumn all my demons, let the leaves of pain rearrange.
Two words, one shot aim high, don’t drop,
Double meaning in the flow, I’m the cream of the crop,
Triple threat with the pen, I’m the storm and the calm,
Every line’s got a bomb, every rhyme’s got a psalm.
Two words, one shot I’m the sin and the saint,
Mirror talk, every thought got paint,
Draw lines on my life like a Basquiat brain,
Double up, triplin em down yeah, I’m insane.
I’m cold, but I’m fireproof paradox living proof,
Spit ice and still burn mics, that’s a booth abuse.
My flow’s criminal, but sentence got grace,
Every bar I spit could judge a whole case.
I’m off the wall like graffiti confessions,
Each line a weapon, every word’s a lesson.
My punchlines got left hooks and right minds,
I knock sense into rappers yeah, that’s fight lines.
Write lines, white lines, used to blur ‘em all,
Now my drafts sober, but I still curve the call,
They said I’d never ball, now I’m court adjourned,
Every term I serve another lesson learned.
You want smoke?
I’m the fire and the lungs,
You want quoats?
I’m the writer and the tongues,
You want hope?
I’m the Bible in the slums,
Two words I’m done.
Two words, one shot aim high, don’t drop,
Double meaning in the flow, I’m the cream of the crop,
Triple threat with the pen, I’m the storm and the calm,
Every line’s got a bomb, every rhyme’s got a psalm.
Two words, one shot I’m the sin and the saint,
Mirror talk, every thought got paint,
Draw lines on my life like a Basquiat brain,
Double up, triplin em down yeah, I’m insane.
Yeah… two songs… one Drop…
Yeah… they said my bars go over heads
Guess I’m talkin’ to gods then.
Let’s go.
I’m wired wrong, live long in a looped song,
Brain ping-pong while I right my wrongs,
Every verse is a hearse when I drive by the beat,
Crash test dummies when they try compete.
I’m current shock value’s what I generate,
Flow electric, you can’t conduct what I demonstrate,
Sparks fly I’m the plug and the socket,
You short-circuit tryin’ to charge my pocket.
I’m sick, doc said I’m outta patients (outta patience),
Still operating no maintenance.
They call me offensive yeah, offense wins,
Every line I cross turns to defense spin.
I’m over my head but I’m under your skin,
Every word I said got a double within,
Twist meaning like I’m folding a sin,
You hear it once but it hits again.
Over my head but I’m under your skin,
Every punchline lands like a hit of gin,
Triple take, yeah, you missed it again,
Guess it’s over your head let’s begin.
I’m pen game mixed with endgame logic,
Iron-man heart with a Thanos topic,
Snap tracks back to the dust of thought,
‘Cause half these rappers never fought what I fought.
My flow’s clean detergent in the bloodstream,
Still dirty with the talk like a mud-sling,
Call me laundry day I’m airin’ out beef,
Pressed for time, I iron out grief.
I’m spaced out bars from a Martian mind,
I’m ahead of my time, yet I’m still behind,
That’s future tense past I bend the line,
Every rhyme’s a clock that rewinds design.
Double up, triple threat,
Every layer’s deeper yet,
You think you got it? Not quite yet
Keep listenin’, the meaning ain’t met.
I’m over my head but I’m under your skin,
Every word that I said got a double within,
Twist meaning like I’m folding a sin,
You hear it once but it hits again.
Over my head but I’m under your skin,
Every punchline lands like a hit of gin,
Triple take, yeah, you missed it again,
Guess it’s over your head let’s begin.

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