Текст песни Sick Minded Three - RIDDICK

Yeah
They say the sequel never matches the first
But this ain't no rerun, it's a rehearse of rebirth
Thought the last was a curse? You're about to see worse

Pockets deep, rhymes compact, let the syllables burst
Yo, I'm vicious in this vision, vivid as veins in collision
Split decisions, precision, cuts like incisions
In prison, my diction is friction, sparking ignition

Combustion, eruption, disrupting your function
Like corrupted instructions
I'm in a zone where the clones won't last
In a blast, past phonics from sonic birds

Syllables fast, every word's a labyrinth
Mazes laced with acid traps, chase them through the phrases
Collapse and snap like elastic straps
See, I've mastered the art of overlap and attack

Got schemes that stack on schemes till they shatter your tracks
Every punchline's a landmine, step wrong, you're done
My rhymes ricochet, your mind's just begun to run
Lost in the pockets, drowning in the cadence

Syllables spinning in dimensions so weightless
Chasing every rhyme, you're running out of patience
This is sick-minded IV, lyrical abrasions
Syllables swim like sharks in tidal waves of despair

Every rhyme's a harpoon that leaves lungs gasping for air
Beware, I dare devils to dance in dangerous diction
My ink bleeds affliction, pain paints addiction
Shift gears, now I'm surgical with verbal verticals

Murder syllables so surgical, turn verses into burials
Imperial in these intervals, words weave like miracles
Every rhyme's a criminal scheme and subliminal visuals
They call me the architect of rhyme interjection

Every syllable a spiral of precise inflection
Reflection of my mind's infection, dissecting perfection
Rhymes ricochet through sections like divine resurrection
I'm the paradox paroxysm pulling the weight of fate

Dragging the beat beneath my feet to accelerate
Can't replicate, the schemes mutate, accelerate
Got your pen trembling, second guessing your mental state
Lost yet good, that's exactly the plan

To overload your brainwaves, you can't withstand
Schemes slipping through cracks like sands in hand
And this ain't rap, it's a labyrinth, man
Lost in the pockets, drowning in the cadence

Syllables spinning in dimensions so weightless
Chasing every rhyme, you're running out of patience
This is sick-minded IV, lyrical abrasions
I'm Picasso with a pen, every stroke's a distortion

Phrasing morphs portions of life into contortions
Orbiting around syllabic planets in fractions
Lines ignite traction like atomic reactions
I'm the chemist of chaos, splicing schemes with precision

My words split atoms and expand your vision
Every rhyme's a prism, see the colors collide
I'm the virus in the system, they could never override
You're confined to my rhyme design

It's intricate, infinite pockets, stretch time so deliberate
My mind's a labyrinth where the minotaur hides
Every bar's a battle cry, watch the weak collide
Lost in the pockets, drowning in the cadence

Syllables spinning in dimensions so weightless
Chasing every rhyme, you're running out of patience
This is sick-minded IV, lyrical abrasions
Lost in the pockets, drowning in the cadence

Syllables spinning in dimensions so weightless
Chasing every rhyme, you're running out of patience
This is sick-minded IV, lyrical abrasions
Your lungs abrasions

Yeah, lyrical abrasions