CHINSAKU - Session 08 - Swordfish II, Model 2405 (Beat Space 7) lyrics

[Intro] Beat Space 7 [Verse I] Calligraphy, sketched to break down your frequency / Vagabond's, wielding caster shell's beneath the tongue / (Huh) Spit black holes, send them off to the shadow realm / My Shadow clones be mobbing from, the Doomsday zone / meaning I'm Super Sonic fighting Robotnik / in a / Giant Mech / Collect emeralds like chains, there's / Chaos in the realm of my pen / So I balance good and evil in the palm of my hand / That's Yin to the Yang / Or, Yun to the Yang / Ken and Ryu / dragon fists to the chin / Sweet chin to the music, so uh, can I kick it? / Like, (like who?) / Like Otto Rocket twisting kick flips from a pulpit / Soul's lit, like a summer solstice, I got this / Burnt like fire bender's during Sozen's / Comet / Uncle Iroh wisdom, duo-wield microphones / When I get up in the zone / (and) [Verse II] My mic check be, Bruce Lee / Enter the dragon, my dragon kiss Dismiss emcees when I step from the heavens / Basking in eternal sunlight, my halo Glow like Amitabh with the Welcoming Approach / Meaning The verse be the last quote from the d**h note/ More Spiritual than lyrical, when I summon souls / From The depths of my breath, sketching adversaries in chalk lines / When they read between my minds / Omni potent, omni immaculate tactics Flipping fool's gold to platinum / Prophet wielding Philosopher's stone / Tucked beneath the palm / Strike with dragon fists / First Gear shift like Luffy / My One Piece, Saitama, Genki Dama when my soul glow / Urameshi messy on break beats, when the cadence like / Goku on a summersault cloud, wielding buster swords / Busting down the industry like an alchemist, full / Metal in my fragrance / Finesse like a lotus / Bloom twice, with my sutra / Switch kicks, when you neutral / My natural style / Compiles / A field of comets / I'm moving on a higher echelon, riding on Epyon / or God's Gundam / Beboping a frequency / Martial artist scientist, cunning with my angles / I'm cutting through / smoke and mirrors till my soul, / Mirrors the moon / mirrors the sun / Till the universe and I become one / (YO!) [Outro] Cruising through a city where / Gengars are present / Ghost riding the whip with fallen homies/ We gon, talk about it /