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
empty inside like 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?
im not rly a rapper just some backwards
chapter playin in reverse after the latter
perspective inverted the gray matter
on the concrete i stay splattered
connected in absurd ways on the ladder
of jacob in some helical strand scattered
cerebral plans lost in the ether forever after
can't you hear the laughter ringing past your
ears it's my soul that's leaking fears and
ringing through the years lost as a blind seer
i find here is too transient to adhere
but my mind lost in adsorption assigned
to the apportioned divine
im chokin on the time im smokin from the dime
broken of pride the words flowin like the tide
of an ocean of mind rote repetition consigned
man you heard the worst rhymes ever right
every time I type another fake reality alight
im a snake in the grass shake and bake to dat ass
dirty dope take a pass in ya veins from the glass
to the shame that won't last till you can't refrain from a blast
another rhyme another line another shot another time
it's all an addiction and a schism within
the condition of the human mission
lost missin in the vision of commitment
be it chemical or condensed wit
convince this thought to change and then
converse wit da sun and da wind to begin
breathe in breathe out spend another second now
what's left to even feel what is this life about
what is this rhyme about what is this line about
some shit i can't quite explain within or without
some sin for the devout a path to spin down the route
past to future the distinction is the suture
entrapment in the moment lost and im the loser
confused, sure but im still gonna keep tryin
cos that's the addiction im livin the lie in
I gots my pipe but I gots no light,
no sleight of hand disbands reality
and that's that I can't spark my trees,
 bitch please, I gotta spark it right here,
watch me do it with ease;
shake ya like a quake when I vape,
and don my swagger like a cape,
Half baked? Fully late to state,
More like well done, I'm there, son;
I'm done, time for another one,
Blunts in my bag, and so one I grab,
Then toke up higher than the bombs over Baghdad,
Bring the pain, I ain't laggin, just a drag
To my lungs where I feel the lag,
My head feels like its startin' to sag,
But I hit it like Riddick on a bad day,
I'm breakin' in ya house, scaring ya spouse,
Kamikaze ninja through the window like a panzerfaust,
I raid ya kitchen while ya bitchin',
Snitchin' and quittin', I'm sittin',
This food tastes like shit, what the fuck,
Punk bitch better reconcile this,
My food better be good next time, trick,
I'm sick of ya shit, so zip ya lip,
'fore I up and bust ya shit, I'm lit,
But that was just a high dream, I glean,
Gotta take another puff of that dankest green,
And get to my scene on the big screen,
Scream my word to the serene and insane,
My brain is cloudy from the Mary Jane,
I think I need a cig, cuz mayne,
Gotta clear my mind and play y game,
Play yo role, roll or load ya bowl,
And smoke to this, it's in ya soul,
Stickier than the stickiest you've been sold,
Pack up a fat bowl and lemme see you roll,
Stick by my side and I'll show ya how to glow,
Welcome to my world, off the record.
I'm feelin fucked up, stuck,
Got the bump bump in my trunk,
Next person to test me is outta luck,
I really gives no fuck, my loaded gun
Cocked and ready to bust back, what?
Fuck ya' sluts, you out fuckin' butts,
I'm spittin out rhymes in complicated times,
But I opine by design, now rewind,
Your life's a crime, why you cryin'?
Hit a nerve? I oughta skullfuck you,
Gouge out your eyes, leave you blind,
For trynna rhyme like mine, your time
Is up, get off the mic before the next line,
Or call me the SS, I'm killing' your kind
It's a crime you were born, but hey,
I can fix that crime, no pay,
No fee when I split ya head with fervor,
Make cracks appear in it further,
Then rip ya skull out hither,
I'll use it to sip my liquor,
Bitch, you chokin schwag
But I got dro in my bag,
Turn ya heart into a bubbler,
And smoke till I see black,
I'll break ya mic hand in countless places,
For each of all of your disgraces,
Grip a mic again and you be facin it,
I got my 357 and ya head is where I'm placin' it,
Still steady talkin shit? Try me, trick,
Cause with me, it's BOOM BOOM CLICK,
Lucky you, gotta reload my clip.
...
Hole in ya head bigger than my dick,
Oh, my bad, ask ya chick, the bitch
Done swallowed every last bit from it,
Damn near died chokin, what a pity, shit,
But bitches ain't shit, all we got is the rhyme,
And you wanna talk shit? Ya done ran outta time,
But I don't wanna hear ya, I'm gone,
Before ya even spit, I slit ya throat,
Shove my fingers in to take ya trach,
Watch you drown in your bloody lake,
Wanna step to me? Your risk to take.