Graphic [Recorded]

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.."