I get that high when I rap to fly and attack my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat

So to make up my mind? I won't add to that mundane ritual...
That 6 second clip obsession from most individuals
spending their time on world star, posting up comments...
And not doing shit with their lives, but promoting the nonsense
I can scope my subconscious... right down to the soul underneath
and deliver crushing blows to those that jumble their speech
But I'm not about that... I'd rather just, open up the mouse trap
Let em' scurry off to get eaten up by the house cat.
I wanna rap until the curtain call is purposeful...
I want my omnipresence to flirt the room when the verse resumes...
I get that high when I rap to fly and attack
my mind's a trap of Jigsaw puzzles that configure rhymes right off the bat
Yeah, Louisville Slugger... figure it's a rapping phase..
Until you're swinging wildly inside of my mental batting cage...
Agnostic, the rap prophet. Followed religion, then backed off it.
From the black market preachers teaching outside
to the frat mosh-pits. To the dance songs that lacked conscious --
flavor, savoring past hot hits for cash conquests...
Yeah... fight for the feeling puts you right through the ceiling..
I got this mic that I'm wielding like a knife to your children...
Sticking up their social norms, corrupting the youth
With soul reverb sound kicking up in the booth..
It's all chuckles and fun till the knuckles just come out of nowhere and fuck up your gums
Beyond comprehension. That's your brain I plan to knock some sense in.
I hate the one linear outlook of life
So I deal with several dimensions when I pick up this mic
Lifting it like a dumb bell. Grunt, yell, drop the weight down...
One punch to your grill make your whole face round...
If that's the case, clown? I'm done with this shit...
Frank Castle on my motherfucking Punisher shit...

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LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

Uh, fine cloth.... A superpower, if I ever combine my thoughts... From the punch dimension, like the Cyclops. You know the government's doing psy-ops... why not? When you can die, suicide, by Cop. Rodney King got beat in the street.... billy clubs... No way he could compete... He was walking around.... kind of shocked at it How... they warped his noggin like a flying saucer, 'cause wow It's a sight to see if you ever catch an "Officer" down... Nah, Officer up... you exercise your freedom of speech? You'll probably get jumped. Walk up to you with an overconfidence of a pompous Push your buttons, so they can watch you destruct... They're waiting for you to act up, you thespian you... However you do.... they're waiting on that combativeness to get you 'removed'. And I don't mean in the same way like you're obstructing a class I mean like an officer, punching through glass. Reaching his hand in your car window, n' leaving blood, on th...

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