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- I paint these psychoactive concepts on this canvas
- to the sound of graphite scratches with acidic semantics,
- catchin panic attacks, my hourglass is inactive
- time is standin an im scramblin to beat traffic to the manic side of magic,
- im gamblin, throwin dice for advice
- prayin to the black an whites hopin they land right
- coastin through land mines tryin to decide,
- love lust lost, dont read between the signs,
- thick lines, rainy days on display, my head is held together by paper mache,
- we are trapped behind the syntax of our minds design poetically defined as confined are we blind?
- my chains decayed and i became a man awake by mistake,
- drug intake and altered states empowered fate to create
- a fresh director, mind dissector, passive pleasure thought collecter,
- every neural network sector comes together under pressure,
- im soldering the circuits of my central nervous system,
- all these heavy substances alleviate the symptoms,
- a simple surgeon purging sermons with bourbon still swerving im learning im no longer a person,
- Emphasis on empty skies the emptiness consents demise,
- Mentalist you'd be surprised I'm venomous when I spit lines,
- Take your focus off of the sound of the instrumental,
- Direct your attention to the rhythm of the pencil,
- Emphasis on empty skies the emptiness consents demise,
- Mentalist you'd be surprised I'm venomous when I spit lines,
- Take your focus off of the sound of the instrumental,
- Direct your attention to the rhythm of the pencil,
- cynical word smith with a flow like cursive,
- no need to be nervous its willy wonkas circus
- waitin, servin dishes got a handful of disses lines an mindfucks enlisted to get your mind fuckin twisted
- face it your nameless the lamest rap fame kid your playlist got 8 hits to date.. almost famous I talk so insane this whole game is so basic becoming impatient with the learning curve I'm placing
- I play hip hop scotch you ring around the rosie
- slowly imploding with the seeds I am imposing
- you can catch me disposing of shitty crotch rocket rhymes
- while waitin in line for something divine to happen
- passin black magic rabbits makin distractions out of habits,
- leavin pig latin passion on every waitresses napkin,
- gettin awkward glances at high school dances
- from the chaperones for showin up alone
- cause I'm twenty four, stoned an won't leave the girls alone,
- telling every single teen
- 'I'm an artist, you're poetry my words come to me in dreams would you believe I've seen your face between the deleted scenes?'
- they cream in their jeans over lines like these
- eyes beggin please spit more lies at me,
- listen very carefully,
- i carry theories on various areas of female psychology
- Deploying gracious loaded phrases, bulls eye, fall for me,
- I'll dissolve the firewalls she built around her heart ache
- six shots laced with dialogue from my vocal revolver,
- she'll call me her most recent mistake,
- while i pick up the phone, im callin her daughter,
- i dont bother to define my own existence,
- the riddles in my writings are descriptive when decrypted,
- surrounded by faces incapable of long division
- multiplied by ambition and cryptic rhythmic additions,
- amidst ignorance, yeah,
- im jealous of the bliss youre in,
- I swear too the god i deny angels speak to me in my dreams,
- i kill myself weekly but cant drown out the screams
- YOU THINK IVE CHANGED? When the fuck did you know me?
- You haven't got a clue, I DONT EVEN KNOW ME?!
- I call myself a deity and play god with my universe,
- "you cant play God, son.."
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