Enigma part 2
• Written by wasp
wasp's Notes
the title itself is a quadruple entendre references the elusive nature of my skill, the layered complexity of the lyrics, the mystery of my dominance, and the trap-like "enigma" of opponents failing to decode my tactics. it also nods to the greek myth of the sphinxs riddle, positioning me as an unbeatable puzzle
this blade split a sentence, grammar nazis bleed commas
fuck a period, im the dot that leave bodies drama
yall niggas like expired milk, still frontin on the shelf
while im the butcher packin heat, cold cuts yourself
step into my cipher, get dissolved like aspirin
swallow pride, choke on the truth, cough up ya medicine
you claim bars, but ya flow got celly reception
im the warden smackin chains, jailhouse reflection
wasps nest in your lips, every word sting twice
buzzkill rhetoric, hive-mind advice, splice
you a rented tux at prom, im the tailor rippin seams
leave ya clique hemorrhaging, blood clots in ya daydreams
ya girl scream my name backwards, palindrome disaster
split her spine like a wishbone, laughter track after
im the taxman auditin egos, no write-offs
yall niggas still usin crayons, im the ink that fights cops
you "hard"? nah, constipation, shit dont move
im the laxative laxative, flushin crews like old food
yall the discount bin at goodwill, im the vintage bruise
leave ya brain in a jar, pickled thoughts, no clues
talk beef? you the cowards cut im the slaughterhouse
grease your palm, read your future: "death by mouse clicks"
ya careers a garage sale, im the bidder flippin estates
buy your legacy for pennies, resell it as hate plates
wasps sting in braille niggas feel it, cant read it
yall rhyme like alphabet soup, im the spoon that deleted
you kings? coronation got ya crown in a pawnshop
im the crack in the glass ceiling, rainin shards nonstop
last call for fake prophets, bartender, cut the lights
im the last sip of poison that made your ego bite night
this a bloodsport, clowns get gutted like trout in a trout stream
me? wasp nest tucked in ya mouthpiece, buzz mean, spit queen
skeletons dance when i walk, ribcage marimbas, deaths routine
ya bitch scream my name backwards, call it reverse theology, fiend
ya crew softer than baby teeth, i crack molars, leave gums leakin
step to me? graves a tight fit coffin zippers dick-skin, squeakin
lyrics split atoms, hiroshima tongue, ash ya whole squadron
ya rhymes recycled plastic, trash island floatin, pacific jargon
ya flows a flat tire, spinnin rubber, nowhere but sparks
i juggle grenades, pin clenched in teeth, grin sharp, war shark
ya girls a rented mule, rode hard, returned with no reins
i plant doubt in ya veins, autopsy shows ego drained, no remains
ya beef? expired milk, sour punchlines, curdled fame
me? black mold in ya lungs, spores spread, suffocate ya brainframe
ya squads chalk outlines, i hopscotch 'em, jump rhyme to rhyme
last words? 'please" nah, wasps stinger mute button, rewind crime
they asked why i smile mid-bar, same reason lions lick fangs
preys pulse thrums in my jaw, rhythm tracks, huntin' for slang
ya pain bars? band-aid raps, i peel skin, salt wounds, no sangria
me? arsenic melody, hum it twice, funerals a karaoke area
