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.