I walk upside down on flat ground
tongue twist truths till they drown  
Face ain’t fixed, it flickers
I got thoughts in trap and a drawl that slithers  
Whispers pack punch like bass hits
I speak in lines that leave split wrists  
Ain’t here to entertain—I fracture frames
if sanity’s sane, I spit disdain  

Madness ain’t noise, it’s code
I break silence in a Southern mode  
Smile too wide for mercy
my metaphors bloom where the blood be thirsty  
Talk slick, slow—each word’s a twitch
I grin in gaps and stitch the glitch  
Thoughts slither in syllable stings
I spit sermons where silence clings  

Camouflage ain’t invisibility
it’s clarity where they fear agility  
My rhyme scheme don't spiral—it lacerates grin so sharp, it decapitates  
I got claws in cadence
speak peace then twist the placement  
I crack their logic with lullabies and slip through truths they fantasize  


I never blink, just splits
I flip each phrase and burn their scripts  
Don’t chase fame, chase fractures
drawl drops slow like haunted actors  
Smile’s the weapon, verse is the war
grin in the dark then break the floor  
I rap like riddles with venom teeth
they talk in echoes—I spit beneath  

Unfold like smoke in midnight swamp
syntax coiled like rebel stomp  
Trap souls with a twang too real
lace rhymes that gut then seal  
I ain't mad—I’m precision masked
words bend space where shadows bask  
Each metaphor’s a mark
I etch doubt into their spark  

My grin’s a gateway, not a gesture
I speak in fractures, not in pressure  
I don’t need chaos—I am the glitch
rhyme’s my gospel, madness my pitch  
Southern soul stitched in cipher heat
I don’t spit bars—I cleave deceit  
They rhyme to rhyme—I rhyme to haunt
if thoughts were doors, I kick the front  
  
Track don't fade—it evaporates
my style don't mimic, it mutilates  
Cheshire in drawl, mind in ruins
grin is gospel, cipher’s communion