Progression of Delusion

Rhyme steady, the beat's heavy, My palm sweaty

Bar petty, I feel ready, I got plenty

So deadly, my machete, chop to confetti

Lyrical revolution for the good of the many

The take-over from jehova, call me a god

From five dollars to impalas, I ain't forgot

The rhyme-launcher, the spit-baller, you'll need a cot

Said they can't get me on the show? You better find a slot

I'm just flexin' my vocabular caliber cuz I'm bored and because my lyrics are sharp like an excaluibur sword

My mom walks in my room but she forgets to close the door, I don't talk to your girlfriend cuz that girl is such a...

...n annoying person, I know what you thought I was gonna say so get your mind out the gutter and for another day I'll still be your brother

My flow on this beat is smooth like butter but when it gets hot I stay inside and write rhymes cuz I'm not getting any younger

Hey-ho is the playdough of my say-so to the wack-job on volcano who blast-off to montego and capped off on his tank hole in a blackhawk on his table with his hat off in a fable

And it was all in his mind cuz he's insane and he has the time to play with his toys and forget his dismay like all the other little boys that he built out of his clay with a hilt made of grey

I'm locked in an asylum that's my mind and I can't leave these binds or I might die and if we talked i'd look like a kingdom that's on fire with a king and his scarlet spire waiting to be called sire

It's all just a game to me, the same to me, take the fall and I'll still shift the blame, you see

So next time you ask an insane man how they're doing bring a flask because what they're brewing wasn't meant for your viewing