Blade coat jeph

Testo

Jeff Coat step in the cipher, cold steel on the breath Every syllable sharp an pressed, the fresh breath to stop hip hops death, Katana-tongue technician, I dissect with respect Then I disrespect the whole set when the blade reconnects I’m a walking armory of metaphor and malice Flip a phrase like a butterfly knife in the palace Switch-blade syntax, I open veins in the silence Leave the whole booth bleeding while the beat keep smiling Studied every edge from tanto to the saber Got the knowledge of the ancients plus the modern day danger I can name the differential of a Damascus pattern Cutting through your favorite rapper with surgical manner You throw soft bars, I throw stainless and serrated Multi-syllable stabs that leave the cadence decimated Internal rhyme chains like a ball-bearing pivot Every motherfuckin cut shit the critics can’t live with I’m the reason the mic got a permanent scar Jeff Coat the fuckin bladed tongue, I re-scripted the law Got the history of steel from the Bronze Age to now Folded lyrics a thousand times till the truth come out Watch the way I twist mix an spit on a compound scheme Leave the fuckin room gasping from the blood in the stream I’m not bragging, I’m documenting the most deadly technique Each line i thrust wit power that hit quick when I speak Got the knowledge of the balance, the weight, and the grind How the edge hold a mirror so the weak see the crime I’m a living encyclopedia of cutting and slicing While yall stuck rhyming about nothing fuckin exciting Check the footwork on the beat, I’m a surgical master Advance, retreat, feint — then cut open the bastard Lunge with a six-syllable compound attack Recover with lyrics that cut the whole fuckin track The reason your favorite rapper got a permanent limp Jeff Coat bring the heat like a beast from the crypt I temper every line in the hell fire of the night Then I quench it in the blood of the ones that can’t even write You claim you sharp? Bitch please, you still soft as shit I can hear the metal fatigue every time that you spit I’m the blacksmith of the booth, I forge rhymes in real time While you still out here forgetting I sever spines with violent design Got the anatomy of the cut — how it rips opens the chest The crowd go absolutely speechless when I step on the set I’m a student of the edge and a teacher of the pain Every verse a new scar that the weak can’t explain From the tanto in the dark to the longsword in daylight I can switch the whole style mid-flight, straight out of spite I’m the real reason the game strike like lightning, Jeff Coat on the blade tip, the truth I keep slicing Sophisticated patterns that the average man can’t start Internal, external, then I tear out they heart I’m a walking dissertation on the art of the steel While you still out here looking for a record deal Fuck a soft weak ass line, I bring surgical drama Leave the whole venue suffering emergency trauma, laid back off the best marijuana I’m the final exam that the game never passed Jeff Coat the blade king, first and the last Spittin bars of pure metal, no chorus, no break Just the sound of the edge every line that I take, Another motherfucker’s confidence and cut it to shreds Jeff Coat forever — my mind never rests, cut away your very fuckin last breath, verbal fuckin bringer of death, i come cut from the fuckin best an i never motherfuckin settle for less, blast a fuckin lyrical hole thru your chest, decompress an elevate above all of the best, from the east coast to the motherfucking west, screaming my name like it's an S on ya chest loyal to the end an thats why i feel blessed, go all out for yall, fuck all the rest, I do this for the truth like a demon possessed, ducked down in the mud soldier in the trench, put me in the game, hot straight off the bench, spittin hip hop the way that it's meant, force feed lyrics an beats, formed from the hood of the streets, listen as the king speaks, peace!