Yo it’s crazy to think that this isn’t even the best to come Getting closer everyday, work ethic is next to none I know, you’ve heard it before, beat a dead horse, a common story But to be honest I’m a rhyming force that inspires lore Religious with it like the entirety of a friar’s chores Sick of feeling dwarfed by the moment, morph to my final form Nihilist reject finer things for enlightenment Forever riotous, climbing silently up a vine of thorns Meditate at the eye of the storm I’m a hive mind, and you just provoked the ire of the entire swarm Withdraw power from a vital source Then go medieval on the beat while chucking lances off an iron horse There’s gravel in the tone as if the tube’s distorted Remember to keep my guard up, don’t pretend I’m too important There’s always gonna be plenty of room for improvement Disagree you’re losing, ultimately deluded What’s the point of having drive just to skim past the scenic route? Sacrifice your life force just to sputter and peter out Rehearse a lot, I don’t got shit to prove to no sneering crowd Vegeta-like, read your power levels without a scout What I do need’s a quiet space to write, eat and drowse Smoke tree in pounds ’til there’s no bush left to beat around If only them from my pathetic past could see me now Especially my father, wonder would he be proud? I always thought I had to reinvent myself Man, used to really fucking resent myself Peeling back layers like skinning hide for pelts Nobody including me thought that I could ever write this well

Oh, oh say can you see? That I got bugs in my brain, brain bugs Check Journey to the Earth’s molten core with a 404 Get in rhythm like oars propelled with efficient rowers’ form The world is mean and frigid, unforgiving as a Nordic storm Lullaby of Birdland, Ambien and chloroform I’m direct and scary like Willy del Toro horror scores Grab the tauro by the horns and force it to the forest floor Sword it with the sordid sort of focus that you know him for Assorted gory objects in a morbid store Orpheus the mo’fuckin flow by sheer force of will Hunt to kill, sing a song of war like mean orca whales Go against the grain so hard that the Earth slows to still Red pill, blue pill, crush ‘em both, nose to rail Bones was never slow and frail, homie he knows himself Authenticity as inner strength and his main point of sale Practice to perfection like Ella Fitzgerald vocal scales Portishead and forties in the car until the smoke is stale Boarded a fuckin’ plane and I took it overnight If you’ve never travelled the globe, it’s likely you’re bored of life Vitriol and cortisol and sitting with your shoulder’s tight But me? I’ve been juiced and fucking loosely to the whore’s delight Coors is light, need a couple shots and an adios Body any softy on the audio Got the gift of gab like McCarthy kissing the Blarney Stone I’m fucking artsy girls inside the party room where all the pot is grown Making sense like a truth serum in the bargain bin Making all this bread like I’m an artisan Sharper spitting image of my demonic twin Get my rocks off and afterwards I tell her that I gotta split Off the margarine, brain’s a carburetor that’s starting quick Killing Heartless with the same key I did narcotics with Depressed dissociative, Freaky Friday body switch Proud of my forward progress if you consider how hard it’s been I been struggling Swerve dumb, rush your home like a herd of goaded buffalos Ruin endings, ruffle feathers, letting these mo’fuckers know Duffel bags filled with Duff beer inside a bungalow This is how you waste a bunch of time until the sun is low I Funkaho and never dumb it down, call me Jeff Jank Chef in the kitchen, lose my shit if a dish is sent back Rat poison for the pet scan, voice is deadpan I’m the best man, lift up the benchmark with deft hands Tougher than a hemp bag containing ten pit bulls But a lot of times I make mistakes, dull and thick skulled Bitch don’t kill my vibe unless you want to get your teeth pulled Culled carcass getting picked the fuck apart by seagulls Shit was crazy right? Told you, told you! It was gonna be fuckin’ crazy, crazy! I always felt that I was doomed, deserved to be the wrong one Now I hit my stride my pace, prioritize the long run Retainers for the shakers that are bought and sold with lump sums We take bumps for Bernie, doing battle with corrupt scum With corrupt scum, fuck the corrupt scum Yeah, we take bumps for Bernie, doing battle with corrupt scum

I Speed Grapher these weak rappers, blah! One time this bitch told me my nipples were pretty low Told her to eat a dick and to get lost like a Missing No Misty-eyed while she signified all my strange proportions But I played it off smooth as a lake of lotion, she couldn’t break my focus It’s just a decorated exoskeleton Metals in the ink, the ink embedded in my yellow skin Skellington, stretch my patience thin as its’s ever been Limbs extending longer than I’ve been fucked up on mescaline You see? All it’s ever been about is depth perception Nipples on my chest resemble rusty pennies for the debt collector Can’t be upset, she insists on heading in a set direction I’m still fuckin’ getting head despite my breast plate architecture Decided to interject, though my dick was still erect I needed to be direct, she needed to be corrected Yes, they’re closer to my belly than they are to my neck So what, a deal breaker? Fuck you then I demand respect Bumpy brailles, teeny pinks, National Geographics, G All these different types of nipples, none are placed immaculately Not inadequate, in fact, I’m superabundant Bosom hater, so everything she say sounding redundant She fucks like she thinks, rather reductive Second rate seductress, communication with her was unproductive She was seriously on some fuck shit Glad I didn’t bite the bullet from this chick, managed to duck quick

My cranium’s insane, more unstable than antimatter I’m a legendary fire cat that can’t be captured In a battle of wits, they get pissed on and badly battered Golden shower scalding hot and flowing from this dragon’s bladder Don’t need no mantras, mottos, words of affirmation Motivated, durable, still irked and exasperated Ursa Majors tamed, uncertain in this savage land of danger Kick stirrups from the beast of burden’s back to activate him Mangled a manticore in the mangroves of Bangladesh Flashed fangs afterwards, toothy as an angler fish Mad and ill at ease, gather strength from past laments Gritty attitude a caveat you didn’t factor in Cannabis in my system high as a pterodactyl wing After ten years, can’t tell if it helps or holds me back a bit Too scared to change, what if I lose my touch? In anger quit Writing rap verses and chase the check, end up with mad regret 
Could never have respect for someone like that I look up to people that possess something I lack If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad Could never have respect for someone like that I look up to people that possess something I lack If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad Never die, never say never, then I send ‘em flying Bend the mind, self-belief big as Joel Embiid size And I don’t fuckin’ empathize I’m doing everything to not think tedious and lead an empty life Here to test how cold the water is, dipped a single toe Felt the biting pain of the frost, but couldn’t let it go Mind’s a bit out of focus I think I need to lick a toad Heed the ancient wisdom and accept that I’m not in control Listless misfit, ginseng syrup in my whiskey coke Pickled liver made of brittle stone, I’m in sick repose Self-immolation, skin picked ’til the bones exposed Villain prince with a mission to have the sitting king dethroned Speed Racer in a fuckin’ ricer call me swift arroz Claim you’re the best, that’s bit of a stretch like pigeon pose Bring more intensity than Willem Dafoe in Antichrist Rap is life, but many peers slack off and barely write Could never have respect for writers who slack I look up to people that possess something I lack If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad Could never have respect for writers who slack I look up to people that possess something I lack If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad Resting in my zone high above it where the eagles nest Reach the crest, temperatures dip ’til you can see your breath Keep it chilly when I sleep, dream in a deeper REM I’m a dreadful creature that’s surrounded by feeble men The machine hums humdrum, I cannot believe this shit Must be in a simulation, operation Screaming Fist Mycotoxins in the nervous system, can’t feel the Dex deader than Dixie Flatline, but I’m feeding you my real regrets Here today, gone tomorrow so I leave this verse behind For some jerk to find, while he surfs the net and burns his time What’s the verdict? When you know you’re guilty of negligence Forget to foster your mental, inevitably let it slip That’s why I write every lyric like it’s the last one I could die not knowing true happiness and that’s mad fucked Wanna hang with homies, go on tours, do some damn drugs Write raps ’til I disintegrate into a black dust Could never have respect for pawns in a match I look up to people that possess something I lack If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad Could never have respect for pawns in a match I look up to people that possess something I lack If you ain’t obsessed with what you do you gonna get passed Or get stuck in the past, it’s enough to go mad Could never have respect for prawns that don’t hatch Could never have respect for lawns with a patch missing

Why is it so hard to remember my own fucking lyrics, man? Let’s take ‘em down to pubic town Yeah, check I’m the Winter King sitting on an ice throne I could hit five homers in a row I’m a maestro Poised like a cat in its swipe zone Claws drawn to terrorize, guillotines looming over the mice hole Rifled through the rhyme stock, had to shoot my shot Proved to be raw product, an ensemble of moving parts Melodic troubadour, lucid musings, I let loose remarks Puking up ruminated thought, sewage fertilize the plot How astute the bars Currently I’m a Pupitar Soon I’m gonna burn into a superstar Acrid curses hurled from very far Damaged persons lost and further from it all We gathered up the nerve to trust the fall How astute the bars Currently I’m a Pupitar Soon I’m gonna burn into a superstar Acrid curses hurled from very far Damaged persons lost and further from it all We gathered up the nerve to trust the fall Suited up, booted up, ripping pretty tulips up Took some MDMA and sprinkled some in a noodle cup Born to always remain on the smarter side with stupid luck Light on my toes like an apologetic poodle pup Look, motherfucker, get into drunken tussles If I feel an urge to pump some muscle Where the anger’s coming from? Well, when I was younger my father would punch my mother That’s why I munch mushrooms while listening to Duncan Trussell You can save your muzzle for your own submission Bones be getting comfy in his zone, come get it Spit tongue splitting snuff spun with undead fiction Uplifting if you’re six under, cold and rigid Smoke spliffs to get stoned and winged like a Tengu Covered in red pen goo, eating French food Get my money up then I spend it all when the rent’s due Life’s a blessing, got my armor on and it’s hex-proof Recording room’s a womb, wrap the mic cord umbilical Spitting what I live or my story becomes derivative Splitting all these frequencies like hairs, sick of sibilance Sticking simpletons that wish that they could slip on different skin Packed away in secret labs, hidden in the deepest caves Worked for two straight weeks, even forgot to see the day My pubic lawn is overwrought with weeds it means I need a raze You make the cheese, you’ll find a whey Better keep it safe else it’s a waste