inside my mind

SPORADICX — “INSIDE MY MIND”

[Fast Rap] [Double Time] [Multisyllabic Rhymes] [Underground Hip-Hop]

VERSE 1 — RAPID-FIRE FLOW

Now follow me, let's take a ride inside my mind for all to see,
My policy's to rip mics up on the daily, violently,
Call my lady, twist it up, get lifted momentarily,
Alcoholic, slightly crazy, polishing my skills religiously!

Pulling stunts, I'm never giving up, nevertheless,
What you want? Forever under pressure, buried in the stress?
Extinguish it, distinguish it, I'm better when I'm tested,
You told me bring it, any weather, so I brought it when you least expected!

Colder, fatter, bolder, dressed in musky leather,
Trust me, I'm a naughty, rotten rapping rhymer, getting better than ever,
Hasn't anybody ever told ya? Better look behind ya,
SPORADICX is in the building, leaving ordinary rappers blinded!

Came equipped with dope recipes, commence the cookout,
It's a good route, roll through my hood, let the sound out,
Provocative prerogative, partner, this is imperative,
Preventative measures? Let the kid live, stack the lettuce, get ahead of it!

And yes, sir, we shredded it, competitors sedated,
If this rap game was a race, I'd have already lapped the faded,
Extraverted, enter verdict, every word is cleverly diverted,
Whatever you heard, it's cemented, every sentence gets asserted!

VERSE 2 — MULTISYLLABIC MACHINE

I've been sent to represent, essentially,
Unpaid eventually? Sustain the pain, then pay the rent to me!
Disdain the fake, maintain the flame, create a new identity,
I'm demonstrating greatness for the next damn century!

Go and get faded, get situated, I'm creatively activated,
Intoxicated with the cadence, every bar is calculated,
If I'm not getting paid, I feel the pressure escalating,
I've got a tendency for silence, then my thoughts start suffocating!

Product of my environment, surviving through the turbulence,
I hate that liar shit, give me truth without the nervousness,
Give it to me straight, don't surround it with evasiveness,
I'm done with all the phony talk and counterfeit pretentiousness!

Designer attire, desire on fire, my mind's a live wire,
Climbing up higher, inspired by rhyme and a burning desire,
Fred Meyer security? That's a chapter from my past,
Old habits, bad decisions—I outgrew that shit at last!

I used to live crooked, trying to fit in with the who's who,
Gutter-life mentality, with nothing left to lose,
Musically elevated, found a better avenue,
Now I'm creating something different with a whole new point of view!

VERSE 3 — TECHNICAL DOUBLE TIME

Premium unleaded, right? Instead of white, I set it alight,
Believing in what's embedded, what's remembered in the night,
Alphabetic acrobatics, introspective, hyperactive,
Every thought inside my head becomes a rhyme that's interactive!

Cut it out with my hypothetical Ginsu knife,
Whatever you're into, live your life, just get your vision right,
Electromagnetic tendencies to brag about the better type,
MCs expecting me to rip and shred the mic!

Hope you packed Pepto, 'cause my rap credentials
Got your stomach doing somersaults from syllable potential,
Blunt wrapped with indo, tired of these wack friends, though,
I'm finna take it back like playing Super Nintendo!

Said what's up to my kinfolk, posted by the service window,
Got a million different verbs, watch me twist 'em like a pretzel,
All this pressure and aggression, every session gets excessive,
Words collide, I reorganize 'em, turn the chaos into expression!

Extraordinary rush, the way the rhythm starts to narrate me,
Coordinated correlations, every syllable's escaping me—
Nah, I won't evade it, it'd be a lie if I denied it,
I'm jaded, frustrated, but the fire's still ignited!

[VERSE 4 — DARK STORYTELLING / FLOW SWITCH]

So much lust for punctuation, poor-man's penmanship,
Flip the chapter, grab the cash, I'm out before the end of it,
Exasperated, activated, barely made it through the madness,
Now I'm searching for a second wind to balance out the damage!

Plot the next lick? Nah, plot the next track,
Put the past in the rearview, ain't no going back,
Pray I don't get caught up in the same old trap,
Turn the pain into a verse, put the whole world on the map!

Locally hated, but creatively motivated,
Complicated state of mind, every line recalibrated,
I insist we win, 'cause I remember where I've been,
Can't be fitted for a prison outfit ever again!

That shit ain't dope, being upstate broke,
Living day to day with your freedom hanging by a rope,
Dark humor in the gutter, that's the life I used to know,
Now I channel all that madness through the microphone!

OUTRO — BEAT CUT / AGGRESSIVE AD-LIBS

Fuck that!

SPORADICX IN THIS BITCH, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Ugh! Yeah!

Inside my mind, you ain't ready for the ride!

Double time, every line, let the whole damn beat collide!

SPORADICX! rocking those dope habitual tactics we use to expose the bitch in u fagots!

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