Adrian.Exe - Flow Rate Lyrics

I'm here to circumvent your frustrations
Through an iron-clad of sarcasticness
A virtuous phantom menace
Winning by unanimous decision
The technician is in to make his first incision
It was written in hieroglyphics that a man
With a magnanimous rhythm would come
To sweep the rug from these underachieving chumps
Driven to complete his mission which is his
Personal redefinition of what it means to be rapping
I hope you cadavers haven't stiffened because
The nefarious ME has begun the autopsy
And if you were faking I hope you keep in mind
That I'm not inclined to the use of sedation
In closing, I'd like to say that I'm here to stay
And that the mic is now under new acquisition
Truly a world-renowned master of ceremonies
Steadily clowning every sword swallowing MC

Watch as I alternate the flow rate
Witness the light in the bleakness
And vulnerability without weakness
Creation from annihilation
Closure without reconciliation
An explosion without detonation

Come one, come all, allow me to introduce hip hop's first human cannonball
Watch as I aim, blast, then enact my own personal game of human pinball
Under the thumb of a wordsmith with a habit of dispersing miasma to all
Stand in awe, as I invoke the wrath of a man that only speaks in hands
That enacts the use of Gastor Blasters to slay these beats effectively
Known to habitually throws knives and breathe fire on the mic
Out of sight, but never out of mind whose words carry a sound
Prompting tectonic plates to cause the pressure of the ground
To eventually form an earthquake that surpasses the Richter scale
Exercise caution, as I display valor that'll leave your egos impaled
Because even when I fail, it's fission mailed like Metal Gear Solid II
I hope I made myself clear, I said I have the mettle to remove you
But I only use that as a last resort and that's my only admission
Oh, I forgot to mention, that other side effects may also include
Contortions, misfortunes, and annihilation of epic proportions
Start an awareness group and gather in fear around your cliques
Then witness, the use of a technique that has not been seen
Since the days, where plays meant the display of Greek tragedies
Hip hop's cure and remedy, here to rid the game of parody MCs

Forged for modern warfare
Don't try and meet his stare
Beware he declares he's the best
To anyone who steps up to the test
Or dares to be the unlucky one that
Decides to mention him just to attempt
To tear down into his flesh just to find that
His skin is impenetrable and his pores are seeping
Sulfur making him completely inedible to vultures
Who will be next in line to try to contest
Try me and several will catch slugs to the vest
After all, to be the best you got to beat the rest
Shoot your flares in duress because all bets are off
Standup to standoff or stand down to get stood on
Either way, this is the raising of the lyrical cutoff
From now on, you must be this talented to rhyme
It's showtime, time to confiscate the rap game
As I incinerate the hate while adjusting the flow rate
Observe as I devastate these reprobates
By emptying the clip
With every ego trip
My pistol grip tightens
I'm the largest of titans
Defining one-upmanship
One punch man in this bitch
Practicing brinkmanship
Whose policy pertains to
Giving every bitch at least the tip
Using this lyricism as my bargaining chip
If you are seeking companionship then
Then I only accept currency in the form
Of Candy painted whips on 2o inch rims
Otherwise, I insist get off this dick
I'm handing out pink slips
No bitch you can't buy me
I have sole proprietorship of all of my grip
Now stand back as the ringmaster of rap
Flexes and evokes his wrath on these circus acts