Patterns (Prod. by SoundParq)

[Verse 1]

Yo, never restin at peace, razor sharp, these words i conceive/

I maim these bars till they bleed as I mangle thoughts at your feet/

Who competes with God im the titan, the type to siphon your life/

And then write a virus inside of your cyber net through your Iris/

Im light and then shift to darkness, a conduit of the core/

The conscious im in to scorch, and implode until you expand/

The speech of omega man, it can reach and secrete your glands/

Have you leavin physical bodily's following my philosophy/

Demiurgic technologies, certain to give lobotomies/

Snatchin up all them halos (cause) what I spit is sickology/

Audibly enter in through your center to bend transmitters/

I'll have you radioactive in seconds as all this withers/

The crafter of paragraphs, with intellect I enact/

And pack the fatal, punch, you'll be sunken inside my lyrics/

No limits, this ain't no gimmicks, I'll slip inside of your spirits/

With metaphysical clearance, transmuting through atmospherics/

 

[Hook]

I expose flows contagious, my mind you can't tame this/

I'm brainless and aimless with my rhymes/

It's amazin how I write, innovative with a mic in hand/

As I expand, opening eyes in the calm sands/

Awake, to plan out, inner revolution upon you/

I might bomb you, harboring terms from a dark tonsil/

Dark logic and thought blockage, comin like Nosferatu/

Livin your skull and talk through, patterns of same sounds/

 

[Verse 2]

It goes, one mind, one soul, one body contains me/

Hell escapee, wonder earth, cycle n straining/

The same scene, watch me break free through aimed speech/

My paintings, pen to paper, they sustain me/

But I, represent through intellect and my heads given in/

To dividends, with the sinfulness let me get into it/

Im lit again, bitten, hit em with venomous writtens and/

Lead their minds through feeble times, my darkened interests/

Im diligent, yet never innocent again in synthesis/

The Infamous, the wicked, the rhythm, im never frivolous/

I feed the mic, speech'll leave em tied up with that seeker's sight/

I peak the times, through medieval rhymes that got you feelin like/

Ominous, particle bond in beyond, the God exists/

In my oculus, and solar plexus, I ain't new to this/

Neural luminous, been here before the computer chip/

Shifted, our human existence to newer lunar grids/

 

[Hook]

I expose flows contagious, my mind you can't tame this/

I'm brainless and aimless with my rhymes/

It's amazin how I write, innovative with a mic in hand/

As I expand, opening eyes in the calm sands/

Awake, to plan out, inner revolution upon you/

I might bomb you, harboring terms from a dark tonsil/

Dark logic and thought blockage, comin like Nosferatu/

Livin your skull and talk through, patterns of same sounds/

 

[Verse 3]

Just an adolescent, passing raps, forget what he invented/

In his mind, in the sinner side, a sickle, tickles lies/

Send him a sedative for the repercussions that complicate/

Conjugate common allies or adversaries when I write/

I decide, to duplicate many multiple particles/

Interweaves in your arteries, hardly clogs but they crave me/

An ancient sapien, saber tooth, with knowledge of spaces/

Breakin this cage in, takin your physical body hostage/

Enter in ethereal realms, with this sentence, second to hell/

Scribble in Sanskrit, attackin your practice, Tibetan magic/

Bring Armageddon by nuclear weapon, my tonsil smackin/

Slappin you with these venomous lyricals cause I'm infectious/

Using methods of lexicon, deflected Devils with decagons/

The upper echelon, rhymes are more encrypted than pentagon/

Compact you rappers in my bags, and take you on a journey/

You slip in my gurney in the second I come up unearthing/

 

[Hook]

I expose flows contagious, my mind you can't tame this/

I'm brainless and aimless with my rhymes/

It's amazin how I write, innovative with a mic in hand/

As I expand, opening eyes in the calm sands/

Awake, to plan out, inner revolution upon you/

I might bomb you, harboring terms from a dark tonsil/

Dark logic and thought blockage, comin like Nosferatu/

Live in your skull and talk through, patterns of same sounds/