Sharp
I'm a woven suit of razor blades
Blazer made from shards of glass
From my neck a saber sways
Its select serrated syllables to slice you through your middle move your organs like hospitals do
Scalpel to the scapula
Riddle you with puncture wounds like 50 bites from Dracula
Hypodermic precision. Precise incisions
Devices for the indecisive that’s saying I ain't killin'
Listen

(Cut like a)
Meat clever, sword, saber
Greek leader. Gordian knot
You're corny I'm hot. Sound I'm exploring it rocks
I'm sporting some chops
Cold steel outta the knife block I slice off an orderly swatch
Of perfectly placed penmanship
Distort what you thought
I'm rippin' a hole in opposition words are swords when I talk
I'm cripplin' whole compositions verses bordered by chalk
Ordered to slaughter you off
But I offered up modern art
Just starting to tear it apart
Because I'm...

Sharp
As the razor's edge. When I raise my edge weapon it's the blades of death
In every breath

Sharper than Hattori Hanzo steel
Ninjato in the hands of an assassin allegory for skill I wield
Switch blade back pocket. Pop it and unlock it
Life my mic lives non stop no options
Every word does damage
Cuts deep with no relief delivered from a bandage
My stance is samurai. In my hand a mic
I handle my B-I-Z everytime I strike
Cuz you can cut and paste but never spit perfect take with out the aid studio magic. (Give me break)
Or sharpen up your skill cuz with this mic I'm deadly sharp
I'm ready armed with that steady swinging machete art
My heavy armored battalion roll into the battle valiant
Riding on backs of beats instead of on some stallions
Writing deep enough to pierce the heart
Because I'm...

Sharp
As the razor's edge. When I raise my edge weapon it's the blades of death
In every breath

Sharp
Like the guillotine
The skill is clean. Polished finishing on the menacing mic machine when it swings
JPS the death squad sound stay killin' lean ya body. Sharpen your abilities
Pull a pencil out the sharpener. Cut a phrase straight function like a saw to carpenter
Stutter your brain waves in all the spaces where there margins were
Cauterize on contact cuts could leave your carbon burned
But let me cut it out
My wit stay sharp enough to grip a microphone and shut it down
Scissor kick the rhythm while I'm spinning touch the crowd
For an ending stop the beat before my feet can touch ground
Sounds of a massacre
Riding with the devil playing chicken sitting passenger
Bout as gentle as the dentals on a shark
Because I'm...

Sharp
As the razor's edge. When I raise my edge weapon it's the blades of death
In every breath