ayo first comes first no disrespect
but that bein said i got ya wits in check
condense ya text and consume the mess
just for some sense to guess what’s next
some posture to present and profess
puns and punches an impostor projects
but don’t think you got a facade stronger
than the things i brought along, sir
or ma’am but it ain’t like i give a damn
bout the perspective of self u command;
you wanna be fake, but make no mistake
the sincerity in your attempt pervades
the absurd ways of probability waves
collapsing to classic ways, past this phase
“im the worst you could imagine” in a phrase
my mind a hearse to abaddon condemned to play
forever in a game they never bothered to say
what the rules is much to my dismay
just like the feeling u might reveal
when it’s ABADDON i can’t pronounce foreal
i got a bad speech impediment to conceal:
i can’t say something that ya mind can feel
cos I don’t feel shit myself on the real
emptier inside than that hollow steel
tip I got waiting to break the seal
make a deal wit ya: i won’t keep goin on
if you could maybe throw some songs
out to the world with some thought
you should’ve brought before you got caught
wit ya mind in the past
and shit: ya rhymes condemn a path
towards sincerity do you need more clarity
open ya eyes and just drop the temerity
that’s that SWAG in case you didn’t know
cos i know u assume your audience couldn’t hope
to figure it out without you giving a scope
and some wallhacks to assist the trope
of your words meaning anything beyond a joke
just like mine i guess we all beyond hope
but hey I honestly just can’t deny
the way I constantly demand ya mind
nor the bullshit I spit to define
myself as an impostor doin time
and the living’s almost sublime
see I stole pop culture to remind
you that i really truly can’t even rhyme
or even be original, the original crime
actin like im the first to have divined
the giants whose shoulders I’ve managed to climb
some titans to bolster my damaged design
demanding deference to demonstrate decline
defending a death sentence left undefined
intentionally vague and left blank on the page
so I can fill it in once I’ve played
my piece my part, just a voice of art
if u gonna be fake well hey that’s fine
just be sincere about the shit you rhyme
this ain’t about status or tactics
not making moves, not spittin classics
it’s all about practice, gettin past the vastness
of the expanse of glory and status
you wanna be the best, do it then
and pull that intent from deep within
keep spittin but I hope that you know
these visions just a trope: do not pass go
do not collect ya shit cos you prolly owe
yourself a new choice that’ll help u grow
grind and flow keep them rhymes in tow
but never forget that you just another soul
another failure to shift the show
to ya favor so they can savor the glow
of ya presence through who seemin to spit a flow
all in essence: do u even lift bro?