At A Loss For Words Nine Leaves

[Verse 1: Chad McCarthy & Abran Maldonado]
Sit deep think quick react even faster
In fact, thought to cast you, capture mind frames for data
Data, plus then I can loop back the scene
Expose your blows to calculate sums of dreams
Sons are kings, past poems are tombs written like scrolls
Inflicting the young, in fact inflicting the old
Decrypted the code
Explode, cause friction to foes to pray hard
Try to escape but I lock you in these eight bars

Lyrical lacerations, paraphrasing your face guard
Blast a nation with raps amazing, we making them raise the bar
My flows poetically adept to the depths of thе devil’s reaching
My mental potеntial cause audible treble levels peaking

Levels peaking, devils seeking beacons breaching and deleting
You find the way that I’m freaking speaking speeches while I’m sleeping
Inside of my own space
Pitch black in a zone wait
Pushbacks and the bones break
Thus collapse from their own weight
When I

Rock your dome with a battle blow
The microphone knows your flows fake
I’ll make it known to the whole state
Bring a close to your souls fate
Incarcerate with no probable cause
Close the gate with no escape
My blood boils with cold hate
I’m nasty in ways that most ain’t