Unfiltered thoughts pt.2

 Said I'm still writing, that's why they feel frightened. 

Tell Mount Olympus they're fucking with a real titan. 

If they say any disrespectful shit? I will strike 'em. 

Pow, right to the kisser. 

Take flight, with a fixer.... upper. 

It's another solid arrival for y'all trying to draw for the title 

So, call me your idol. 

You wanted an eyeful of raw, ah, I'll stick it all in your pie-hole. 

Break your jaw with a strike so... devastating

You'd think Kimbo Slice threw it... 

Yeah, took the jaw of yours n' punched right through it!
Looked through the other side of the hole and then widened it, more... 

Left the inside of it, sore. 

Ripped your ears off — you thought it was quiet before (smh) 

Silly you. But really, dude, I've been bored. 

Writing on forums doesn't have the same magic, so I'm migrated...

For no other reason, than igniting that fire

I've stored, inside of my core. 

Doesn't have the kickback like it use to. 

Kept the socket wrench in my pocket, since I've got some screws loose. 

And the whole woodshed in the back of my mind. 

Imagine the woodchipper from Fargo, when I'm rapping a line

I don't believe you actually heard me — I said I'm wrapping a lion...

Tell GG Allin he wasn't as nasty as I am 

The antithesis of classy; compliant. 

I blame the rap catastrophe for manufacturing Zion

So fascinating, it collapses the passage of time with

I'm past debating with cats relating their facts 

To some sect of religion, n' falling into the Atheist traps

The same way culture-vultures adopted our heritage, to ingratiate blacks

Which hasn't been lost on us in the slightest, yet they say to relax. 

What should I relax for? Forget a rap war.

There aren't reparations to receive when your privileges have been back-doored. 

Acting like I don't see the chains. 

Pay for your words — this isn't a free exchange. 

Refuse to read the script of the telegraph 

Got the battle scars on my avatar, going to hell and back. 

Me and my faculties are well-intact

When my options as a black man were being dead, or selling crack. 

You tell me what representation would've made sense? 

Go fight a war, when we don't even know who we're waging against. 

Played the game from every angle you can play it, I guess

Went to "Massah's" grave and did everything, outside of paying respects. 

Feel full, yet my soul's sleep deprived... 

Looking at me, trying to keep alive

Got my conscience on the shoulder — don't even know how he's alive. 

Looking at me, big, beady, eyes. 

The waves aren't as crazy, until you see it rise. 

 

Unfiltered thoughts

Ladies and gents, this page is intense. 
Kind of amazing, how I've played to my strengths.  
Out of the diameter of the radius's lengths
Greedy motherfuckers better pay me my thanks — I've earned it
....By gauging the ranks, n' seeing them climb
Repeatedly, I'm the only reason they believe in the sign. 
See, the season's defined the preliminaries from the beginning
So, I don't want you to come in here, thinking
It's Reindeer Games when there's change... 
It messes with your mind, until you hear things
Translucent isn't what I'd use, but they're clear kings
Under the desk of the marionette, appear strings
The Man in the Iron Mask, has been assigned the task 
To kill the actors they've tried to cast 
That's why I ask, if it's really an alcoholic hiding behind the flask 
Or a trained assassin? He wasn't skilled
Yet they found a way to cast him. 
He didn't have the script, yet stilled made the play, with passion. 
See the way they're grasping at straws for having to draw
On their data captions... 
I prey on the silhouette of the mainframe collapsing
Only to see The Architect of it all, has the same reaction 
What's truth, objectively? 
When you got to deal with perception, respectively 
To the depths that they let you see? 
Nothing but societal constructs, collectively...
Got us gasping for breath, 'cause we ...nearly — almost — forget to breathe!
Yeah, transplant me the emotions, to care... 
For this onslaught; I hope they're prepared. 
Eating out of the hand — am I supposed to be scared? 
I only speak for those that are aware
Seeing the reflection of oneself, as they're close to a mirror
Holding the sacrificial crosses they have chosen to bare
The scales tip one way — it wasn't supposed to be fair
Got grown folks in your ear, telling you, "You're the shit!" 
How about endorsing a corporate slogan that's more legit? 
So forward-leaning towards your script, it's unfortunate
You can't think for yourself... 
Before, you'd rip on the notion of a crippling devotion
To any one cause... now? 
Your political leaning's, critical. Even... indoctrinating you
in it for reasons escaping your biblical legions, of miserable heathens
Fast forward to present day.... 
You work for a higher cause, but defy the gods on your resume
I'm here to present to you, what you had meant to say... 
Before you castrated your views... 
Can't even talk about podcasts, 'cause that place is confused. 
Looking for anything fact-based they can use
A bad place for Ad' space & abuse, for cats that lack taste, in the news. 
The giant slumbers for an entire summer
And you wonder why the pariah's come for me
Like a slingshot from Bart n' yell, "Aye Caramba!" 

'Cause we are forever marred by 

The visual, and mental, representation of the dark side. 

Stuck on that abandoned park slide

Got me vertigo — throwing up in the car ride

Been on the stool so long, the stoolies call me a bar-fly. 

The Ringo's of the world, got me Starr-eyed

Hard, I know those who spoke of good times, have so far, lied.