Mystified (Prod. By Trapezoid)

Hello it’s nice to welcome you into my fucked up mind

This is my shop where humans will do what they need do to design

These lucid walls that your seeing are structures built with rhyme,

but cave ins are constantly coming, cause they have decayed with time

It’s not a problem with logic, I got these fragments that pop in,

there only partially objects, and I cannot seem to stop it

so I’m not getting off it, but cautious, cause i feel nauseous

Cause if i’m not this pre-cautious

 

Then I awake, with these indications it’s fake

from these conversations I make, with the patients

who all seem great, so impatiently, while I wait

I’ll debate with them all bout fate in way

as if ima say all their allegations are way off

there’s way to many us laid off, while others are getting paid off

there’s more then one bernie madoff,

maybe its fucking made up, the problem is we all gave up

and gave in to all there crap, not saying that this is nothing

but nothing comes from this trap

 

so sick a hearing you talking but never seeing you act

these policies are corrupted, but we don’t even react

we’re watching uninterrupted, as everything is hijacked

i’m hoping we’ll be disrupted, but the goal is to distract

 

so call me the kamikaze cause, constantly copping coffee

has got me, dropping off sloppy, but moxie has got me softly,

pimp popping up on that frothy, pink posse, on that hot aussie

who’s made me into a zombie, maybe i’d suggest strongly

that you leave you need to go, i’m bout to blow, I’m bout to throw a fit

honestly i’m through with all this motherfucking stupid shit

Stupid bitch, the human is, what ruins this, influenced it, to go

and doom them all to shit