Iron Jawed Oracle

Woke up with a mouth full of mercury—venomous sermons, I’m servin’ ‘em surgically
Third-eye’s burnin’ through circuitry, thoughts encrypted like Vatican burglary
Flicker like neon in backstreets, I blackbeat the brass with a brash speech
Backseat of a Cadillac hearses, rhyme in cursive, dead gods in my rap sheets

Glass jaw shatter they egos, spit heat like a kiln in a cheat code
Speak in an echo of epochs, glitch-mode goddess with street tone
Hard-knock linguist, thesis twisted—cipher linguine, thick and malicious
Metaphor gypsy, flow superstitious—brick-tongue diction, black cat vicious

I’m the iron-jawed oracle, speak in riddles and rituals
Drippin' in syllables cynical, breakin' the physical, flippin' the biblical
Throat like a furnace, words combustin’ on contact
Swagger so loud, even silence gotta talk back

Came from the mud with a pitchfork tongue, words weigh tons like war drums thunk
Concrete lungs and a venomous hum, I breathe in sin and exhale funk
Matrix of mindscapes, calculus of cadence
Every bar a maze, you lost in my fragrance

Stiletto syntax, razor-sharp phrasing
Verse like a séance, ghosts I been raising
Gutter-bred gospel, I baptize the flawed
Rewind the rhyme, every second’s outlawed

Clockwork carnage, glitchin' with grace
Cybernetic rage in a gold-tooth face
Verse so occult, I make priests go pagan
Speak in code, while the snakes stay hatin'

I don’t write bars—I cast ‘em in iron
Tongue's an inferno, voice like a siren
Spit pure mythos, draped in defiance
Cursed with the truth, can’t silence this science

I’m the iron-jawed oracle, speak in riddles and rituals
Drippin' in syllables cynical, breakin' the physical, flippin' the biblical
Throat like a furnace, words combustin’ on contact
Swagger so loud, even silence gotta talk back

Paint paradoxes with syllables shatterin' paradigms
I’m palindrome havoc—same forward or backward, I vandalize
Every metaphor’s a landmine, tickin’ in time, disguised as a rhyme
You catchin' the shine but missin’ the grime—divine with a criminal spine

Double-helix bars, spiral scripture in my spit
Holy and hostile—switchblade scripture when I grip
I ain’t just rappin’, I’m channelin’ static
Tarot in traffic, my rhythm erratic

Psychic in public, my cadence prophetic
I warp what’s aesthetic and make it magnetic
My bars got claws, my breath spits brass
I'm a paradox queen—raw, smart, and crass

Got punchlines like brass knuckles
Mind’s a blade in a brass bubble
No peace, just piece by piece
I breathe fire and speak release

Iron in my lungs and lightning in my flow
The oracle speaks—now watch your temple blow.