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Hexad Triumphant
- ///Verse 1 \\\
- [.](Loop if beat ends)
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- I mapped the blueprint on the back of my cerebellum,
- Calculated every angle so the framework would compel 'em
- Every bar a steel girder, see the structure Im erecting, tell 'em
- I dont build on sand, I build on bedrock, and I fell 'em
- With precision, every syllable a chisel when I shell 'em
- Medieval in the method, pre medieval in the sequel
- Every level got a devil but Im climbing for the steeple
- Needle in a haystack but the haystack is the people
- And the people only search for what already feels familiar
- Call me peculiar, 'cause familiar is the killer
- The filler is the industry, the pillars are the real ones
- Im one of those, the chosen ones who carry all the steel tongues
- Steel lungs too, I breathe in smoke and exhale cathedrals
- Every inhale is a intake of the things that make me lethal
- Im the medium and message, read me Marshall McLuhan
- say the form is the content, then my content is the ruin
- of every rapper who confused complexity with beauty
- yeah, I said it, rhymes dont make a bar, thats my duty
- To remind 'em, meta moment, Im describing my own process
- The song your hearing is the proof, the art itself the promise
- ///Verse 2 \\\
- Step up to the plate and watch me eat you for the warm up
- Your a dress rehearsal, Im the headliner performing
- You were warned, you still ignored it like the sirens in a storm front
- Now the morning after shows the wreckage of your format
- your bars are flat, the topography is boring
- I got mountain ranges, valley floors, and coastal scoring
- Your recording in a closet, my lives on recording for the morning
- of a movement, everything you do is decorating, adorning
- Empty monuments to nothing every trophy is a warning
- That the accolades dont equal substance, yours is corny
- And Im sorry, but Im not and thats the tension in the story
- I could soften up the blow but softness aint the glory
- Heres my allegory you a soldier with no ammo in a quarry
- Surrounded by the evidence of everything your missing
- Every listener can feel the shift, theyre done with your existence
- Done with artificial confidence and watered down assistance
- Not just rapping, not just stacking syllables with glisten
- Im in it for the legacy, the simmering, the distance
- Slow burn outlasts the hot take and the glittering insistence
- Im the court and the conviction, your acquitted of all skill
- ///Verse 3 \\\
- looked myself dead in the face and didnt like the angle
- The stranger staring back was tangled in his own mantle
- Every handle that I gripped left splinters in my palm
- And the splinter was ambition wrapped inside a bomb
- Slow fuse, I kept defusing it, kept losing all the calm
- The psalm I wrote was Trojan, honeyed beauty as a balm
- But underneath the surface I was carrying a qualm
- The storm inside the silence like the eye inside the storm
- Hold on, I said storm twice, but the meaning isnt the same one
- One is the exterior, one is where I became one
- With the chaos, thats the game, homophone inside the plain tongue
- Language is the lock and language is the chain, son
- I ran that back a hundred times and let it soak like rain, done
- the stain of revelation doesnt wash out, it remains, numb
- to logic, 'cause the logic cant contain the thing Im named from
- Which is ironic, 'cause the language is the main drum
- The vehicle I drive to reach the places that sustain some
- version of myself that makes the art that makes the pain come
- To a point and points are all Im sharpening my veins from
- The noise and the signal are the same sound in my brain, son
- ///Verse 4 \\\
- They built the ladder then they pulled it up before I climbed it
- Told me I was lazy 'cause my hands could never find it
- The design was always intentional, remind it
- to yourself each morning when the cynics try to blind it
- The system got a name but they dont let you say it plainly
- Wrap it up in opportunity and training
- Taught me that the ceiling was the sky, I entertained the
- lie for years until I felt the glass, and I explained it
- To my people, they said, "brother, we already knew the weight of it"
- The weight of knowing everything while carrying the state of it
- The great debate is whether rage or patience is the trait of it
- I say both: you need the fire and the patience just to make a shift
- The art is knowing when to swing and when to wait for it
- When the door cracks open, thats the moment that you break for it
- They criminalize the hunger but they celebrate the fake of it
- The fake gets the airplay, realness gets a late permit
- Im making it anyway the gatekeepers cant take the gift
- Cant erase whats been recorded, cant unmake what I create with
- Every bar I lay to tape Im taking up the space, lifting
- Everything they said was too intelligent to face, shifting
- ///Verse 5 \\\
- This verse is for the ones who pause and rewind every sentence
- Who catch the secondary meaning hiding past the first entrance
- The inference beneath the inference, the vengeance
- Of precision on the page before it ever meets a presence
- Every lesson that I learned came from obsessive second guessing
- Every blessing was a test I only passed by addressing
- What I feared the most, confessing in the form of art, expressing
- What I couldn' say directly, so I wrapped it in a dressing
- Metaphor to simile to scheme that kept progressing
- Six bars deep and still the rhyme scheme is possessing
- Every syllable, the pressure only ever lessening
- When I finish, thats the process Ive been stressing
- Meta notes that Im in a verse right now that I am professing
- Is itself the proof of everything that Ive been expressing
- The form is the content, and the content is the blessing
- Self referential, yes but not to be impressive
- Its to show you that the mediums a message carved in session
- Every rapper leaves a fingerprint, a lesson left in question
- My fingerprint says nothing real requires aggression
- But then again I wrote this whole song as an obsession
- ///Verse 6 \\\
- Six verses in and I aint scratched the surface of the surface
- Every layer that I peel reveals another layer lurking
- Purpose driven but the purpose keep on shifting, keep on working
- Like a muscle under tension, always aching, always searching
- See I said it twice on purpose, searching has a double function
- Looking for the truth and looking for the junction
- Between who I present and what I keep beneath the construction
- Thats the feeling, the feeling sitting in compunction
- Really this poetry taught that every word can be a house with extra floors son
- While niggas tryna show me hall of mirrors leave 'em asking for more, done
- Im standing on the shoulders of the giants before me, torn from
- Every page of their tradition, pulled the thread until its worn some
- Not stealing, learning, earning every syllable Ive sworn from
- The altar of the craft is where I genuflect each morning
- And the altars stained with every rapper who ignored the warning
- That the pen is not the weapon, its the truth inside the forming
- Six verses, no hook, no chorus, no adorning
- Just architecture in the dark before the dawning
- Bring a Battle, Bring your sharpest blade and sharpest mind in
- This is me, the neurons inside my brain, theyre deciding
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