[Verse 1]
Back at it again like an addict
I've had enough of the practice
ready to rip up my combatants
I've had enough of the whackness
And I'm ready to tear up the axis
I've been runnin' on this journey path less
It's evident I'm a god among the absence
Even though I get little to no reaction
I've released a quite a few tracks and seem to get no traction
But you cant deny the talents that I've mastered
You can see the skill within my actions
Just a part of my soul that pushes past all these negative attractions
You see my mind has a different way it imagines
It starts with the ashes and reassembles it through madness

[Chorus]
Like the greats I have torn myself apart first
This was fate I just didn't know it would hurt

Too lividly
The way I paint this imagery
Too vividly
The way I seem to scheme
Dream

[Verse 2]
It was only a matter of time
Before I decided I would lose my mind
I quickly doubted what consumed my grind
But shortly discovered the eye of the prime
It's like I've been mechanized to provide vile rhymes
Recognized with the pride I contain inside
You should reconcile with the demon that you hide
I was defiled too but I saw the sky and climbed high
Now I can't complain every day I fly with my wings spread wide
Askin' god why I was better off a nerd rollin' my dye
DND or MTG
Is the only way I thought life would be
But some how within my genes was the blueprint for groovin'

And somehow...

I'm bustin' out all this music now this is somethin' I could get used too

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Shits confusing...

I don't want sound arrogant but whatever...

I'm pretty good at most of what I touch
Seems I've been givin' a divine nudge
I just can't feel what's what

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Burnin' like some brimstone
I have reaped what I've sown
Scaling up the conscious cobblestone
I have a tone
That perfected my ohms and
I am in the zone
I am headed to the unknown in this journey all alone
This is something you cannot clone
Now listen to this cyclone
I'm fillin
All the gaps
I'm killin
All my tracks
I feel
Outta gas

Syke
I'm too livid

The way these rappers goin' from cartoon predictions
To reality depictions is somethin' I can not get with
Who instructed these dimwits why can't they invest
Their money in some real business

Who pitched this
Who picked this
Why twist it

"I do it for the culture, dawg"

Uh uh
No sir
That is short of some shirt I've heard
And to be honest you're just making matters worse
Step aside and let me show you how to prepare your own hearse