Lyrical 911

ILLA-JIT – SPORADIX
LYRICAL EMERGENCY

[48 BAR VERSE – TECHNICAL DOUBLE-TIME FLOW]

I'm an ill-advised, skill-amplified, illest guy to criticize,
A different kind of kryptonite, I leave your little system fried,
I'm ripping through the rhythm with a vicious little twist of mind,
You couldn't get inside my lines with a fucking fishing line.

I'm mathematically masterful, catastrophically tactical,
Your patterns are predictable, my passages are radical,
I'm casually damaging the rappers that you actually consider phenomenal,
I'm operating on a level that's practically astronomical.

Oregon origin, notorious penmanship,
I'm pouring in dominance, effortlessly polishing,
You ordered up confidence, I manufacture it,
I'm walking proof that talent doesn't come with an apology.

I'm the Northwest nightmare with a vocabulary surplus,
You got a couple decent bars, congratulations, that's a circus,
I'm a walking art exhibit with a murderous purpose,
You couldn't draw a crowd if you were sketching out the service.

I'm illa-Jit, iller than the illness that you're imitating,
Still innovating while these imitators imitate it,
I make a beat feel intimidated just by demonstrating,
The difference between being good and being fucking underrated.

I'm so far ahead, my rearview's showing yesterday,
You need a map, a compass and a prayer to find the better way,
I leave a rapper's confidence in pieces like a letter tray,
Then autograph the wreckage with a pen that never fades away.

I'm a syllable technician, precision with the diction,
A linguistic demolition with a twisted sense of rhythm,
You mistake my laid-back disposition for submission,
Till I switch the flow and turn your whole production to a victim.

I got Northwest in my bloodstream, Oregon in my backbone,
Rain falling sideways while I'm writing in my war zone,
You can keep the throne, I'll build a better one from hardwood,
Then carve SPORADIX across it just to show 'em how the bar stood.

I'm ridiculously gifted, offensively artistic,
My competition's inconsistent, my persistence is sadistic,
I'm sketching out a masterpiece while simultaneously twisting,
Every syllable around until the whole damn structure's lifted.

I'm the reason that the local rappers suddenly get humble,
I'm the earthquake in the booth, feel the Northwest rumble,
You got one good verse? I got a hundred in the bundle,
I could freestyle circles round your whole career and never stumble.

I'm a walking contradiction, a magician with a pencil,
Turn a blank page to a battlefield, the artwork monumental,
My delivery's combustible, my writing's instrumental,
You can measure all my talent but the numbers aren't essential.

Now remember who you witnessed, put the name inside your memory,
Illa-Jit, Sporadix, Northwest identity,
I'm not chasing anybody, they're just chasing my vicinity,
I came to claim my territory and leave a lyrical infinity!

OUTRO – SPOKEN, LAUGHING

HAHAHAHA!

Oregon, stand up!

Sporadix in this motherfucker!

You can have your little rap careers back...

I was just borrowing the microphones.