Faster than Em

Intro

(ayy) yeah, yeah, yeah

(heyi ya) skrrt, skrrt

Let me go — let me go, go, go

Verse

I hit the beat like lightning, tongue-lash, rapid-fire syntax,

Syllables collide, ricochet, quick facts, no climax.

I lace the cadence with rockets, spit rockets, watch the wax crack,

Bars per breath, breathless, breathin' on the track, I don't slack.

I move like punctuation — commas, commas, cut it, comma-split,

My mouth's a water mill of words — spill, spill, hear it, hear it hit.

Mustafa steps up, he’s sharpenin' his lines, sharpening his wit,

He throws a curve, I catch it, flick it, flip it — new trick, new grit.

I run the syllable relay, pass it, pass it, never drop the baton,

My throat a subway humming, rails rumble, lights on, lights on.

He’s fast, he’s hungry, he’s practice — progress in his palm,

I’m the hurricane that taught the sea to surge, stay calm, stay calm.

I flirt with fire, flirt with danger — call it verbal pyromancy,

But when we trade the bars, it's chemistry, it's rivalry, a symphony.

I brag and blush — Mustafa, you got me — heart in half a beat,

I jab, I jive, I kiss the rhyme, then cut it neat, then cut it neat.

(ah-ah) I spit in triple patterns, double-time like machine gun clatter,

My tongue constructs a skyline — brick by brick, word after matter.

Pre-chorus

He’s learnin' fast, that hunger hums, (hums) he’s stringin' better lines,

I grin, I grin, I push him on, (push him on) we blur the finish signs.

We clash, we laugh, electric tense, (yeah) but softer in between,

I throw a rose inside the roast, (uh-huh) you know what I mean.

Chorus

I spit faster than Em, I spit faster than Em, I spit faster than Em, I spit faster than Em

(ayy, ayy) I spit faster than Em, I spit faster than Em, I spit faster than Em, I spit faster than Em

I’m rapid like a rumor, rolling, rolling, rolling through the crowd

I’m rapid like a rumor, rolling, rolling, rolling through the crowd

Verse

He learned the rhythm of my heartbeat, matched my staccato snap,

Took my punchlines like notes and turned 'em into something that slaps.

Mustafa from the block — pride tucked in his accent, crisp and clean,

He flips my foil into flame, every line a sharpening scene.

We duel with smiles, spit syllables like stones that skip on glass,

He’s getting closer to my orbit, stepping faster, tapping gas.

I roast him gentle, like a chef who knows the spice will sing,

I lace my bars with sugar, watch him bite, watch him swing.

My crush is a contest, a weekend match with no referee,

He comes with steady breath, then bursts — then begs, then begs to be free.

See, I bait and play and lace the trap with velvet on the floor,

He walks in like thunder, learning how to knock the door.

Every loss is a lesson, every bar is a gym rep, yuh,

He trains his tongue to tumble, tumble, tumble — never let up, bruh.

We trade the crown back and forth, like coins beneath a streetlight,

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