Blade coat jeph

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Jeff Coat step in the cipher, cold steel in the breath Every syllable sharpened, I’m the fresh breath to 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 lethal 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 legends in real time While you still out here forgetting I sever spines blastin like land mines Got the anatomy of the cut — how it opens the chest The crowd all loud go 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-bar out of spite I’m the reason the game got a body count rising Jeff Coat on the blade tip, the truth keep slicing Sophisticated patterns that the average can’t parse Internal, external, then I bury the farce I’m a walking dissertation on the art of the steel While you still out here fishing for a record deal Fuck a soft-ass punchline, I bring surgical trauma Leave the whole industry needing a trauma nurse drama I’m the final exam that the game never passed Jeff Coat the blade king, first and the last Sixty bars of pure metal, no chorus, no break Just the sound of the edge every time that I take Another motherfucker’s confidence and cut it to shreds Jeff Coat forever — the blade never rests, cut away your last breath, bringer of death, come wit the best an never fuckin settle for less, blast a verbal hole thru your chest, elevate above the best of 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 the motherfucking rest