Cool Kid

Intro

Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy (skrrt)

Cool kid, quick wit, quick spit — watch me flip it, watch me split it

Uh-huh, ooh

Verse

I lace syllables like sneakers, leave you stumbling on cheap leather

I’m the seamstress of defeat, stitchin’ up your weak measure

Velvet venom in my vernacular, vernissage of verbs

I carve my cadence in your cortex, call it verbal curb

Polysyllabic pistols, pop-pop, punctuation punctures

I’m amicable and amoral with an arsenal for punctures

You mumble mottos, I manufacture metaphors in motion

Your whole playlist needs a lifeline, I’m tidal with the toxin

I’m spry, I swerve, I scribe like scribes feared to scribe

Fast fingers on the freight train, freight lines, freight vibe

I outdress your arrogance, outlaw your outcry

My rebuttal’s a recital — watch your alibi go dry

I splice syllables with scalpels, surgical and slick

I flip scripts, cryptic cryptograms, my lips are arithmetic

I’m the phenomenon you plagiarize in panic disguise

I crystallize your clichés and monetize your lies

Rapid-fire, rebuttal-rattle, rattle off the racket

I’m an architect of agonies, I stack it and attack it

I orbit opposition, optimize omission

You’re a slow-motion sitcom — I’m the optimized demolition

Chorus

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (yeah)

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (ayy)

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (uh-huh)

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (skrrt)

I break beats, break cliques, break scripts, break fits, (yeah)

I break beats, break cliques, break scripts, break fits, (ayy)

I break beats, break cliques, break scripts, break fits, (uh-huh)

I break beats, break cliques, break scripts, break fits, (ha)

Verse

I calibrate cadence, catastrophic, charismatic, classic

You a snapshot of a shadow — I’m panoramic, panoramic

My insults are immaculate, I cultivate calamity

You counterfeit a legacy, I cash checks with clarity

I’m the algorithm they fear — aura, arithmetic, arcane

I paint paradigms in pigment, pin your name in pain

I’m a lexicon bandit, I hijack your headlines

I harvest hashtags, hand you hollow punchlines

You talk big, suitcase swagger, but the suitcase is hollow

I outrun your obituary, I’m sprintin’ past tomorrow

I juggle jagged adjectives, jazz rapid, jagged rhythm

I lace lunar-laced sarcasm, leave you askin’ for the schism

I’m syrupy with the syllables, siphon sympathy and steam

Steamroll syntax, streamline stories, sever seams unseen

I’m a spartan in the syllabus, sparring with your syllabus

I slip through your synopsis, leave your script anonymous

I tally trophies in the tongue — tangible tenacity

You babble basic banality, I banquet on your vanity

Chorus

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (yeah)

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (ayy)

I’m the cool kid, cold wit, cold hit, cold spit, (uh-huh)

I’m the cool kid, c