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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,

Postin in my spare time,

my lawyers on standby so worries I can't find,

out of sight out of mind,

rainy days on display, find your way to the place that takes all the pain away

we are trapped behind the bars 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 recreate

the neural networks every sector

just remember your an expert

new endeavors different pleasures

drastic measures something better

im soldering the circuits of my central nervous system,

all these heavy substances alleviate the symptoms,

im a simple surgeon purging sermons with bourbon,

still swerving im learning im no longer a person,

 

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Emphasis on empty skies the emptiness consents demise,

Mentalist you'll 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,

 

Im a word smith lyrics flow like cursive better call the nurses its websters fuckin circus

Worthless,

servin dishes,

got a whole 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,

I'm waitin in line for something truly divine to happen,

makin distractions out of habits,

isaster waitin to happen,

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 an stoned an won't leave the girls alone,

telling every single one

'I'm a poet your my inspiration

my songs come to me in dreams

would you believe I've seen your face in the deleted scenes?'

they cream in their jeans over lines like these

with there eyes beggin please spit some more lies at me,