Resilient clone

Intro

Yeah, ayy, skrrt, skrrt — uh

Turn the meter up, feel the letters jump (yeah)

Ta-ta-touch the sky with a rhyme, let's run it up

Verse

I count syllables like currency, flip verbs, earn interest (ayy)

Hungry for the next line, appetite fierce, never finished (yuh)

I lace consonants, step in the booth, it's a science, not a wish (no)

Catalyst to every cadence — watch the plot switch (watch it)

My pen is a locksmith, break locks with a hook and a hinge

Clip-snap, wrist-snap, vocabulary binge (ha)

I stitch metaphors into corners where the beat hangs (beat hangs)

Turn whispers into banners, banners into bang-bang (boom)

I move like a riddle: quick wit, slick grit, pick hits (pick hits)

Tongue flips, quick script, deliver like brick-lits (brick-lits)

Call me architect, I raise cities with syllable bricks (skrrt)

Foundations in the rhyme scheme, watch the skyline tick (watch it)

I hustle verbs into verbs that hustle back at noon (yeah)

Make verbs step up, verbs that dress sharp, wear a monsoon (flow)

I never borrow time, I mint it, coin it, spend the tune (mint it)

These lines are receipts — signed, stamped, sealed "paid in full" (paid)

Chorus

Rhyme and rap, rhyme and rap, rhyme and rap, rhyme and rap

Rhyme and rap, rhyme and rap, rhyme and rap, rhyme and rap (ayy)

Hands up, let the chorus clap, clap, clap, clap

Hands up, let the chorus clap, clap, clap, clap (yeah)

Verse

I move like chemistry: mix syllables, watch sparks fuse (spark)

Compound interest on metaphors, profit in the blue (cash)

I flip similes like pancakes, hot griddle, golden hue (stack)

Every bar a breakfast, feed the crowd — hunger subdued (feed)

I speak in Morse and the beat reads like a telegram (tap)

Short dots, long dashes — I deliver with a slam (boom)

Corner-shop poet, sell verses in brown paper bags (bag)

Customers come back hungry for the tag and the swag (swag)

I rhyme with intent, the intent is to move, to prove (move)

Proof in the pudding, pudding in the groove, I smooth the groove (smooth)

I climb out the chorus, shoulders steady, pockets deeper (deep)

Said the night gave me minutes, I turned them into beepers (beep)

I carry momentum like a torch — hot hand, no pause (no)

Light corners of rooms where the truth sits without applause (light it)

I run contraband of cadence, smuggle hooks across the law (skrrt)

Beat cops can't catch the rhythm when the ledger's raw (raw)

Verse

New chapter, same hustle: rewrite the ledger, shift the pages (shift)

Foot on the gas, rearview full of yesterday's stages (whoa)

I splice tape, splice fate, engineer the chorus (engineer)

Blueprints in my back pocket, confidence in the chorus (yeah)

I trade in verbs that bruise, words that glue and mend (glue)

Patchwork of triumph stitched with lyric thread I send (send)

The bench made me patient, the street made me precise (precise)

I count measures like followers — measure twice