ICON the Mic King (Verses vs Beats)

[Intro: iCON the Mic King]
Level X. iCON the Mic King. You know it. I’m gonna rhyme now. OK? You ready?

[Verse 1: iCON the Mic King]
Phantom scripts, words of the undead
[?] on horizon line and watch the sunset
Draw women to keep horizon lines designed for what’s next
Me divisible by an iCON? I still ain’t one/won yet
An image to scare the blind, a mime impaired in sign
Blowout, bottom line: now our unit terrifies
Paralyze the maritime with the power to touch domes
Sometimes I crush and slam ruptured dams, bust flows
My rhymes bright enough to blind your hindsight
Revisit in vivid diction the scriptures in limelight
After a nice Sprite, take time to rewind mics
Sprite’s nice with light lime, catch up to the wordplay, I sight hinds
Through bright rhymes. Need help with the lyrics? Use lifelines
[?] I make grapes from white wines by using
Pressure from my hands, compressing liquids into solids
Spending centuries speaking silence, soulfully seeking solace
Certain cerebral styles is making you doubt your clan
I only drop science, keep mathematics out of hand
While rhythm cause cataclysm, my mind is in perfect harmony
The way I breaks the ice will take your life, reverse its warranty
Spar with me with the helmet and shoulder garments
X is the number, the Level. We hold its harness
The boldness marksman promote the coldest arson
With a latent ability, willingly, to fold the darkness
Put a fork in your rhymes. I’m changing your flow’s route
Change its tape like facing Level X. No doubt, for Blowout