Sleepy, I can't deny it... tired, wretched... Yet fully alive as soon as I am messed with... Realized that time is precious.... the mind, it meshes with time, between rhyme and sentence. So try to test this if, by some flawed design, the message that I've pressed by ya elicits some kind of death-wish, then I respect it.

 Word, it's nothing to me....

Janitor walking around just fumbling keys; stumbling, geez.
What's hot? 600 degrees...
Far as I'm concerned, that's a comfortable breeze...
I need it hotter... if it's less than the Suns rays, don't even bother.
i said -- DOG -- I NEED IT HOTTER...
Jesus, please heat this pot up... I want my skin to melt
As soon as I touch it... enough heat that you can combust with..
And who the fuck said I was losing my touch, bitch?
Who the fuck is so in-tune with their stuff it loses its substance?
Comes back n' uses you to adjust it?
Shit, if I use it, it must fit... that's elasticity...
Rap vividly. That's what you cats giving me.
So many raps in the key that you detach, physically.
Then, I put you back together like a broken puzzle piece...
Cover ground from around any spot it doesn't reach...
Shockwaves ripple through your room, like a sonic boom...
Probably knew, as soon as you saw, that it's an iconic tune...
If Art of Dialogue can ask Suge about Keefe D...
Please believe the Devil in a Blue Dress ain't want peace with me
Fuck it, to be Frank for a second, I've been gone for a minute..
Back from the dead they said, since you wanted a clinic...
Dealing with cognitive dissonance n' probably don't give a shit
About you, honestly. Wallabies wannabe Christopher Wallace, please
STFU.... unless... you're Ready To Die?
*Click-Click* I hope you said your goodbyes
Big Dreamers like The Scarecrow, with their head in the skies(disguise)
Rather be specific with you, as you generalize
These anesthetic decides my mood when the doc is out of medic supplies
I'm more grumpy... running the Digital Underground, before Humpy...
Metaphors strike a cord to make you more comfy...
I'm looking like I've scored lunchmeat. Less jump scares in this movie of mine...
I prefer horror of a dubious kind...
Whatever these film critics choose to define gruesome, it's fine.
Just when you thought Jason died too many times
You gonna find I'm one retcon away from LOSING MY MIND...
Need a bloodhound to follow the trail...
Beat your ass on a sample sized palette, then have it modeled to scale.
Shit, you created a fantasy where your Gods can prevail
But paled to logic n' failed. To be honest...
Tony Hawk is a snail compared to how far I am off of the rails
The Boogeyman that they talk of in tales.
Tired of not getting my props.... executives watch
From their skybox seats of me, setting up shop...
They say the rent is due... if the door is open then you can let him through...
I left a lot of shit off the table, because it was stuff I was getting to...
A conscience they never knew...
If that wasn't bad enough, they gathered up to get a better view...
There's a certain understanding to expand your horizon...
The plan is surprising the audience
and presenting something that your fans wanna vibe with
Sleepy, I can't deny it... tired, wretched...
Yet fully alive as soon as I am messed with...
Realized that time is precious.... the mind, it meshes
with time, between rhyme and sentence.
So try to test this if, by some flawed design, the message
that I've pressed by ya elicits some kind of death-wish, then I respect it.
Don't give a J.D baby-faced fuck bout it
Breaking the 4th wall, because this board, dog, is crowded...
And I've warned y'all about it... not sure why you're heeding it, now..
Better believe it, we're the unseen demons y'all been reading about...
In your teen dramas... walk in the direction where we see lavas...
All you got to do is, give me a soapbox to key off of...
Uh... said I threw a right, like Tyson did when he threw the fight...
Take your shock value...pfft... not enough to ignite...
If I took your false positive.... n' do it right...
Plug it into a light that exemplified your fakeness? I would lose my life.

Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers... That's before the computers cornered their users In a systemic war in supporting abusers By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...

 Fuck looking for signs, I create them.... here's one, for instance...

Shine light into the eyesight of one who rinses
their thought process with skewed beliefs...
See the stare of the nationalist, looking through the sheets
That's the altitude that I choose to reach
I drop a rudimentary only a few can teach
The same reverence as the Pope has accomplished to a priest...
Or whatever it is to you geeks; not that I'm counting...
Bring rivers of worship to outweigh the drops in your fountain
I mean, I drop it down...
So, if it isn't to much to ask, I'm asking you not to drown.
Conversely, remain in place. 'Cause it isn't safe to hop out, now.
Agnostic for awhile. Couldn't ignore it, for long.
I wasn't dead, at least not yet - I guess the mourners are wrong.
Incense is in the air, I came prepared wit' a nose clip...
See your one dimensional plain tilt down - that's how my foes, slip.
Didn't think I no-ticed?
Jaws get dislocated if ever throwing a closed fist to your homie - I DON'T MISS.
"You lil' broke bitch - thought you're getting a fast one.
Told you to break a leg, which is why you died on your last run.
Literary device, mate.
Did an ollie, while I was watching the, price skate...
As political adversaries incite hate...
I'm the type of evil they don't talk about in their inner circles
Lived what I spoke, ensure that your family was in 'fore hitting curfew.
It's my worldview, n I'm kindly asking you get out of the way
Kids went sabbatical, as I was chowing my prey
Give meaning to what you didn't have the power to say but now, it's OK. (it is)
You can say it. (Go). Here, I'll say it with you.
Pray for my prey, magazines spray a pay-per-issue.
Pain fray in the same way as the mainframe delay... I wish you-
Nothing but good fortune, or get ripped away like a paper-tissue.
Destiny binding by rope... theory of design
as minds align in the scope... you can tell its neurotic nature, by the approach.
Ironically, I don't buy the approach... that's for the consumers...
That's before the computers cornered their users
In a systemic war in supporting abusers
By being misinformed, so you lose your sense of identity
n' scorn the accusers... opinions form n' you choose a door to open for your new rulers...
Yep, I'm back again. Adorned in a red leather jacket, wit' the matching timbs
They talk bad on that? And I'm snatching limbs-
From bodies.. shit's probably the realest...
You'll be knocking on my door when you talk of guerillas....
Spots lift octaves to sit on top of their pillars...
Watch it drop to the ground to topple you lil office 'cause now I'm wanting the crown... (give it)
Might as well hand it over n' be curtsies.
Massage the neural muscle; Roman gods couldn't work these...
One of my first keys in a while, let it birth siege
The verse reads: I'm blessing you with the clips, if you nerds, sneeze...
I chew the brain... go through the root where only a few remain
Reducing you to the single view of a username
What else can I do to explain to you lames
Count Dooku/Hugo Strange. Breaking you 3 dollar nigga's into some change
Dreamworld, got me floating on lucid strains
Love hurts - I've been dodging the cupid's aims...
It's not for a lack of trying, though.
Tell him I'm thinking high, but I'm flying low...
Ye' beats play each A-track, so I'm riding slow.
Died awhile ago; an affirmation of what's to come, willingly.
Deprive me of all the oxygen in the world, n' still I breathe
Give life to a race of exuberance, let it echo beneath
24 hour grind; shift paradigms when I'm expected to sleep.
Your lil records, is weak.... fucking fluff piece.
Dropped your Manga arc, then I snuffed it with One Piece
Now the story is com-plete.
Bunch of old farts searching for me, n' done peaked.
Over the hill... their run, had a sobering feel.
Frozen in time, my blood runs cold with an emotional chill
For those whose pasts are their only appeal
What other merch are you going to shill?
You paid for your words, that's why I am holding the bill...
The autobiography of the greatest... you know it's the deal
Especially when your lifetime is less than my moment, instilled...

Scrutinize your teams lies told on a scope, of which... Those that can't mentally cope with its hold have their own, affixed. Go to places known, as myths. Culturally biases, where no ethical roads, exist. Become infrastructural landmines too grandiose to pose a risk

 Take a step back from it so I can comfortably breathe

Assassinate your character if you really want something to grieve...
I bare the burden of a crosses weight...
Couldn't eat the food for thought, lying across my plate.
Guess I'm too embossed in my agnostic faith
World views too hard to discern...
Logic that's learned as a byproduct of modern dogma, confirmed.
To vertically 'cause your walled-garden, to burn...
Walk among the ashes like a rising phoenix...
A muse surprised by the unbridled genius...
Scrutinize your teams lies told on a scope, of which...
Those that can't mentally cope with its hold have their own, affixed.
Go to places known, as myths.
Culturally biases, where no ethical roads, exist.
Become infrastructural landmines too grandiose to pose a risk
Walk on Jesus water....
Spiritual boundaries we bother to procreate for the beliefs we harbor...
Use these keys to alter the realities they thought up...
Press my thumb to the page...
Wonder if they can see the wallowing, under the rage
Act as a failsafe to disarm those dumb enough to engage...
Don't subscribe to the red pill ideology...
My philosophy is that either side will try accosting me
As a way of perpetuating their underlying prophecy...
'till I have a hand go right across their cheek... your time, is obsolete.
Spit lies as you got to eat the Apple of obsolescence
Set fire to whatever you got, in penance.
Attempting to dissuade or deny.
Singing sweet nothings that you had no way to provide
Against an army of followers who decided they would stay to your side

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 the dash.
Two weeks later, that's how long it took to discover your ass.
All your see is a melted skeletal puddle, in grass.
Said you were trying to reach for your weapon.
The undercovers, keeping you guessing.
The streets is like geography, they're only trying to teach you a lesson.
Talking to the priest, who has a seat, in confession.
The intersection of politics... acknowledge it.
Shot your neck; Charlie Kirk, talking, with college kids.
That's all it is. A consortium of screens, seen, in your fallen grip.
Now, watch it slip. Flip on the TV box and it...
Flickers like The Poltergeist. Nah, that's an oversight.
Especially when I throw a right.
I'm not the man you should go in fight.
Dynamite on the steps of the cathedral, reading: "don't ignite".
You don't, yet it still explodes, on sight.
Lose your limbs faster than you can lose your house, to a foreclosure.
Banksy images of a soldier, on a war poster.
Tomorrow ain't promised, but this fist is, once it is more closer.
Go to great lengths to polish this machine gun...
You wanted freedom, not knowing what it takes to achieve it.
Well, it starts with looking in the face of a genius...
An anarchist. Watching the wax from a candle, drip.
Onto your brain... the picture, is scandalous.
However, it's straight from the manuscript...
A manifesto of Karl Marx, written onto a handkerchief
Yet, can't be deciphered... live on the razors edge?
You can have a chance, in this cypher.
An equal temperament, predisposed to a man that's this hyper?
Can only mean one thing.... he will become king.
I accept gluttony... seriously, what can love bring?
Aside from pain and agony, you cast away so casually
It's gratifying to witness a mind that is designed to be vicious....
Guess it's a sign of your interest to try to get with this
I'd strongly advise against it... lives are at risk
Every time that I comprise a sentence...
Ride with a kind of unbridled vengeance, only quantified in a flick.
A thorn in your side, n' you wonder why I am a prick.
Indian Red Boy died, recording live, in his whip.
Bullets tore through metal, no surviving that shit.
He tried to muster a breath... yet, quickly succumb to his death...
Too many options, you don't really know which one to suspect...
When you have so many enemies...
They come in, with sets. All of them, are a threat.
You're watching it, gravitating towards the show... as it runs, on the net.
Funny how that works, he lost a life.
However, to the viewer, they will come and forget.
You sociopaths, can only grasp this hole I'll leave for rowing your casket.
Yeah, the hole in it, is massive.
Homie, I only roll with Galactus. The destroyer of planets.
Crush galaxies, inside of my palm.
Wonder who will survive, once I arrive with a calm... demeanor.
I know Death, if you want to meet her.
You'd probably seizure. Cool.
The cusp of Evil? No. The entirety of Evil, use...
A proclamation of mayhem to leave these fools, in the evening news.
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.