Come Correct
• Written by MrMatrix
{Verse}
I'm not a rapper, I'm a hip-hop analyst,
Weaponize words, turn my thoughts into catalysts.
Innovated, reloaded, plugged into the Matrix,
Calculated cadence, I manipulate the basics.
Syllables surgical, precision in the placement,
Every bar encrypted, leave 'em lost in translation.
Mathematically gifted, lyrically unrestricted,
Breaking down the system while the rest remain scripted.
I'm methodically wicked, my methodology's twisted,
Metaphorically gifted, every metaphor's encrypted.
Linguistically vicious, my delivery's relentless,
Every sentence got a purpose, every punchline got a message.
I'm dissecting every rhythm like a fucking mathematician,
Turning thoughts into equations with impeccable precision.
Got the syntax of a scientist, the mindset of a cynic,
Every verse a new experiment, every beat another victim.
I'm analytically driven, systematically different,
They recycle all their verses, I'm rewriting the algorithm.
I'm the glitch inside the program, an anomaly in the system,
They've been following the blueprint, I've been questioning the wisdom.
Red pill in my bloodstream, see the code behind the curtain,
While they're chasing validation, I'm just trying to find a purpose.
Mr.Matrix in the flesh, ain't no simulation in my vision,
I'm not playing by their rules, I'm redefining the conditions.
{Hook}
Break it down!
My shit comes so for real,
Fuck how you feeling,
Come correct or get your neck broken.
Break it down!
Ain't no time for joking,
Every bar's a statement,
Every fucking line explosive.
Break it down!
Raw shit, no emotion,
Lyrically devoted,
Got the whole damn system choking.
Break it down!
Fuck your recognition,
Mr.Matrix in the building,
Now you're witnessing precision.
{Verse}
I'm a lyrical chemist, mixing venom with the rhythm,
Every sentence got a sentence, leave 'em locked inside the system.
I'm a problem with no answer, an equation full of friction,
Got these rappers contradicting every word within their diction.
I'm a product of the pressure, built from anger and ambition,
While they're begging for attention, I'm demanding recognition.
Got a habit of dismantling these amateur musicians,
Turn a sixteen into surgery, no need for an incision.
I'm methodical, diabolical, verbally unstoppable,
Every syllable's a projectile, the damage is astronomical.
Psychological warfare, I'm attacking your perception,
Got you questioning reality and doubting your reflection.
I don't follow fucking trends, I dissect 'em like a specimen,
Every bar's a calculated move, I'm playing chess again.
They be talking like they're legends, but their catalog's forgettable,
I'm a glitch within the industry, a variable that's unpredictable.
I'm the architect of chaos, got the blueprint in my cranium,
Every thought is radioactive, every verse is fucking uranium.
I don't need a fucking cosign, validation's overrated,
I'm the code they couldn't crack, the machine they never calculated.
Break the beat into components, reconstruct it with precision,
Turn a microphone to mathematics, execute the vision.
Mr.Matrix, no illusion, ain't no gimmicks in my mission,
I don't rap to fit the system, motherfucker, I'm the glitch in it.
{Hook}
Break it down!
My shit comes so for real,
Fuck how you feeling,
Come correct or get your neck broken.
Break it down!
Ain't no time for joking,
Every bar's a statement,
Every fucking line explosive.
Break it down!
Raw shit, no emotion,
Lyrically devoted,
Got the whole damn system choking.
Break it down!
Fuck your recognition,
Mr.Matrix in the building,
Now you're witnessing precision.
