contender

Hell yeah. I’d push the internal rhymes, multisyllabic chains, consonance, and breathless pockets much harder while keeping your Prince A Perillel/SPORADICX identity. I’ll also preserve the rough, aggressive energy instead of making it sound like somebody else wrote it.
Writing
You know something? I'm slightly different,
With a vice-like grip when I slide to the mic, I'm vicious,
Get to rippin', I'm tearing the rhythm to pieces,
I'm giving 'em something they didn't envision,
A sick individual, cynical, lyrical,
Criminal syllables—
Fuck it, I'm clinical.
Tearin' a motherfucker's ego apart,
Let's get to the cash flow,
Y'all mixin' it up like a casserole,
I'm back in attack mode,
A natural asshole with an unnatural arsenal.
Hold up—I'm cold as fuck right off of the jump,
I done told you enough, don't be poking the bear in me,
Ask about these swollen-ass knuckles,
I'll answer immediately.
Hit 'em so fastly I casually fracture the confidence,
Expose all the chumps and embarrass 'em publicly,
Nasty with every delivery,
Got 'em upchucking—
I'm bustin' it,
Don't fuss with it,
Never been frontin',
I'm permanently stuntin'.
Forever I'm jumpin' ahead of the lesson,
Progressive with presence, aggressive expression,
The essence is evident,
Nobody's addressing the elephant—
My skill level's several steps past your perception.
I guess that's the message:
Professionalism mixed with a little aggression,
So isn't it hippity-hop
When I tiggity-talk and I'm twisting the words in succession?
Idiots talking that shit with a minimal rhythm,
I'm hearing the difference in every decision,
It's time for illegitimate rhymes to be given
A little recognition for how I be killing 'em.
Still inconsiderate,
Still got 'em feeling it,
Still in the middle of it,
Still with the venomous syllables spilling in.
This one's for everybody that's feeling this,
Your boy is still in this—
A veteran, better yet,
A professional with a pen that'll never quit.
If you know this shit's broken but you're loving the vocals,
I'm outspoken, composing explosions in potent components,
The rhymes have been written and woven in motion,
So soak it in slowly—
Then notice the dosage.
Prince A Perillel,
I'm dope as fuck,
So if you know what's up,
Represent.
'Til we blow it up—
Explosive, corrosive,
Never lose focus,
I'm overdosing the flow with the most potent explosives.
I know this is hella corrosive,
Like somebody's posted up selling some dope in your neighborhood,
You wish you could stop me—
But probably should know that you couldn't.
I walk with an awkward limp,
Still talking that shit with a confidence bordering arrogance,
Obviously I'm on a different wavelength,
You can hear it in every arrangement.
Probably get some type of award,
Forever I'm scoring the board,
Exceptional—
Professional—
Pedal to metal, I'm never respectable.
Serving these cats their destiny,
Don't you know eventually
Every competitor enters the category
Where they become a forgotten memory.
Hopefully nobody mentions me,
'Cause when I'm spitting this,
I'm essentially mentally
Mopping the floor with 'em,
Stopping 'em,
Dropping 'em—
Anyone attempting to contend with me.
I don't pretend that we spoke too soft,
I depend on these beats like a fiend needs a dose,
Then I break 'em off,
Leave 'em completely exposed.
So remember me if you wind up categorized
With my enemies—
That's too bad, kid,
'Cause you're witnessing the end of it.
We've been chosen to stupendously create this,
So before I display this,
Let me demonstrate greatness,
Every syllable's placed with precision and patience.
I made this—
Now watch how I lace it,
Then accelerate it,
Until every adjacent cadence
Is breaking the framework.
And no one can say that we ain't shit,
'Cause we're the ones that are known for the way that we came sick,
Illegitimate, talking that same old shit, kid—
But we flip it,
Then twist it,
And spit it so different
That the same old shit sounds completely ridiculous.
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