Quantum linguist, I spit in fractals,\nLines encrypted like Vatican scandals,\nPhantom syntax, shadow semantics,\nI paralyze tracks — call it rhyme necromantics.\n\nDialect alchemy, sorcery coded,\nEvery bar’s a riddle, neural-net loaded,\nTesseract tempo, time gets folded,\nI’m writing in glyphs while your verse gets corroded.\n\nOxymoron born in a paradox prism,\nA rhythm technician with nihilist wisdom,\nVocabulary vascular, flow so arterial,\nMy words hit harder than doctrine imperial.\n\n[Hook]\nNo common talk, I’m the cipher sovereign,\nLexicon sharp like a blade in Gotham,\nYou rap for fame, I compose for the quantum,\nMultiverse bars — can you even solve one?\n\n[Verse 2]\nSemantics split like atom reactions,\nInfinite fractals, lyrical factions,\nTongue moves faster than AI captions,\nEvery syllable slaps with warhead traction.\n\nCerebral with cadence, a verbal conquistador,\nYou spit 8 bars, I orchestrate metaphors,\nChiaroscuro lines — I’m light and the horror,\nScripture encrypted like myth of Pandora.\n\nSyntax savage, arcane enchanter,\nDiction volcanic, erupts with banter,\nI tongue-twist truth like a Rubik’s mantra,\nFlow like Morse in a war zone stanza.\n\n[Hook]\nNo common talk, I’m the cipher sovereign,\nLexicon sharp like a blade in Gotham,\nYou rap for fame, I compose for the quantum,\nMultiverse bars — can you even solve one?\n\n[Bridge]\nPolysyllabic with a pagan cadence,\nEach breath a ritual, rhyme’s foundation ancient,\nMy pen is a dagger dipped in nebula ink,\nI assassinate silence with phrases that think.\n\n[Outro Verse]\nI’m not from the planet you rhyme from, peasant,\nI verse in dimensions where meaning is crescent,\nArchitect phrases like mythic inscriptions,\nA bar from me? It rewires your system.