I don't know what you want from me but i don't wanna be another photocopy of what you think i should be. I could be. But I'm better off my own way With better off alone days. So what if I get no plays? I'm in it for the skill. I'm not about to make a million. It isn't how I get my thrills besides the dolla dolla kills y'all I grew up on the right side, the "I don't fight" side But damnit I can rock the mic right I'm not a rapper I'm really a poet There just so happened to be a beat behind the poem when I wrote it Everybody knows it. They express it to me vocally I'm not a picture perfect image of what a rappers supposed to be But what is rap supposed to be? A lot of people out there tend to forget that it stand for rhythm and poetry And just because you have rhythm doesn't mean you can slack on the second half of the acronym All these bubblegum pop star candy rappers rotting minds I'm only trying to make a meal and not the kind with dollar signs Food for thought. Nourishment for the crown chakra But my kind don't belong. I'm a guest in mi own casa Dead to my alma matar, an author within a coffin Rebel without applause always popping off at the noggin They wanna pop a couple bottles make some dollars in the process I'm a monster off the radar, yeti swimming in the Loch Ness And all my network is urban legends, underground phenomenons Ain't no surfacing without help from the necronomicon Sacred literature is the key to what I've been preaching This is music for your soul, not a soundtrack for the weekend So if I think it, better believe that I'm gonna speak it I refuse to be silent or dumb it down for the appeasement of a group of people with beliefs I simply don't agree with. No wonder they don't understand the reason that I breathe it.

My problem is, I think too much. Probably never find a way to break free from the clutch. It's enough, to make me wanna give up, but I bounce right back and I hold another chin up. Professional wrestling couldn't even fake it better. Maybe my defense mechanism isn't clever. Encased in escapism from an early age. Rap and comic books, the only way to get away. Television dweller losing health, I better level up Swelling cerebellum like I need a mental enema In hell and I'm inhaling enough to kill an elephant and now I'm levitating well above another element, but anxiety snaps back sometimes. The more I let it rattle it attacks my mind. Getting in my way when I try to pass the time Running after me it has to be I lack sunshine Got a few loose screws. I'm trying to tighten them up. Never been religious but I write from above. Recently informed that I'm a Titan among a bunch of liars with a mic and I've had enough, but real recognize real and they're invisible to me. Ill when I rhyme, spillin' blood pumpin to the beat. Feel that I try still, hard even when I'm weak. Only been alive long enough to be a dying breed. Tired of a fraud without a bit of the spark that Jason has. Fire is upon them for forgetting the art that made them cash. Passion in my pen and pad, I'll never have to take it back. Write it from the bottom of the pit of my heart. It's sacred rap, and if I put it down somebody else will pick it up. The proof is in the pudding. I could never get enough. Everyone's a rapper now and they're all gonna make it big, and I'm just sittin' back and havin' fun like I don't give a fuck. Breathe in. Breathe out. Calm down. Never been the time or place. Not here. Not now. Save it for later. Filet it with flavor. Let it marinate a little bit on some paper. Therapy, it takes care of me. More necessary than the air we breathe. Looking for a little bit of clarity. Why was I ever scared to be such a rarity? It's so embarrassing to be a care to me. Now I'm overloaded with disparity. Yeah I'm different. Always been distant. Freak of nature ever since I was an infant Knew I wouldn't fit in with the other kids, but I never ever knew it would come to this. True blue, chock full of truth leakin' from the lip like I pulled a tooth.

Rippin' the rhythm and art and picking apart a piece of the particle. Mended together or mixed in a blender, I'm rearranging every molecule. Flipping it upside down and around and forgetting about any boundaries that I'm about to encounter. They counted me out but an outcast is something I'm proud to be. Bound to be doubted and thrown to the side when your power is out and you don't have a light. You're living in darkness. The pit of the heart isn't lit and you can't even spark it or try. Part of the mind takes a step in direction of blessing but doubles behind to rewind. Dart to the eye of the bull and another one stuck in the back with a knife and a sigh. Part of me wants to be smarter about the connections I built but I'm losing the touch. It's hard to be what I'm expected to be when neglected and swept to the side with a crutch. Then again why would you wanna fit in with somebody so quick to burn a bridge? Stepping in my shoes proves that I know how to lose but its been my turn to win for a minute. Doing everything that I can to let everybody else know not to forget it. I admit it. I've kinda been slacking but I'm done sitting back now. Watch where I'm headed. Ezra Cobb went along creating a monster. It was lying dormant in my soul but now it'll haunt ya. Bubbling and boiling for years in a cauldron, the pressure built up and the top popped off it Boom! A plume of fumes consumed the room. Movin' with the movement, true to the doom. Blooming like a beautiful tulip covered in ooze. Proving I can do it. I'm fluent until my tomb Thank you for reanimating my motivation, breaking off the chains and throwing them in the basement, taking all the pain I experience every day and showing me there's a way to get it out before I'm brain-dead. Still got a couple scars from the shackles; some personal battles that I have to tackle. Lately I've been acting kinda Jurassic like a rabid raptor and I'm attacking cattle. They're lazy grazin. I'm a crazy Jason with a laser raygun, turn a castle to gravel. Bye bye peons. I'm about to be gone. time to strap a saddle on a pterodactyl.

Started out skittish. 16 years old and I wrote for a joke with a close friend. We were all about the culture, but never really knew how deep we would go in. It was only for laughs at first, just to have fun and write the whackest verse. Had one about robbing the ice cream man. Caribou's plan was so good it had to work. I swear. So it got me thinking. I know it's for humor but what's the reason? We love hip hop and the rhythm and the art in it. Why not play a part in it? That realization was the turning point between fun and passion The moment in time when you find what you love and what you're meant to do with your life is magic. All we needed was a beat. But we didn't have an Ezra Cobb or S.Dot yet. Gotta find a way to make it all complete ’cause I got a feeling we could be next on deck. So we did just that. Downloaded a couple hundred instrumentals in my free time Spent the next 2 or 3 years tryna organize the thoughts inside of my beehive. We could do what the dudes that we look up to do if we choose to. All we gotta do is embrace the voodoo thats oozing, making us go cuckoo. Then maybe some day some kids somewhere will hear what we've done and they'll get inspired. If I can make somebody follow their heart then I'm proud to say that I lit the fire. Time keeps ticking. The clock keeps spinning and the minutes all wither away, so the life I'm living will not be timid. Gotta hit ‘em with the rhythm today. If you just sit back nothing's ever gonna happen. Gotta tap into what you're after and attack it until you catch it. If you just sit back nothing’s ever gonna happen. Gotta rap into what you’re after and attack it until you catch it. A couple years passed. Fast forward to college. Back with a passion, basking in knowledge. The real learning happened after my classes with a pen and pad and a little bit of madness. Got the urge one night to take a walk around campus and try to meet another human being. A little bit out of character for me to not be sitting in a room by my lonesome accumulating dreams. Ended up shooting the breeze with a kid from Pittsburgh. Said he raps too. His name’s JB. Didn't think much of it. Everybody raps now but most of them are not real emcees, so we traded numbers and we parted ways. Hit me up tomorrow if you're trying to blaze, or maybe after psych class in the morning we can go to the basketball court if it doesn't rain. Walked back to my building, kicked my shoes off, decided I was in for the night. It wasn't even 5 minutes ‘til my phone rang. It was Jesse. What’s up? Is everything alright. ‘My roommate took a girl back to the dorm. I got locked out and I can't get in there. Cool if I come down kick it for a minute? I got nowhere to go. You're my only friend here.’ As soon as he walked in my door I played a DJ Premier remix instrumental. ‘I keep getting crooked looks but they lookin shook.’ Immediately showed me that he had credentials. A couple months later linked up with John Mase, then I introduced them to Caribou. From that point on my times be good. Did everything together so beware the crew.

Listen! I got a bone to pick with rap. It isn't what it used to be but we can take it back. You want a record deal? You only gotta scream and mumble. I don't think I'd mind so much if they could keep it humble. Coming from a time when hip-hop used to be brain food. Nowadays a rapper's like 'How much can I pay you for a million Youtube hits to get these stupid kids to believe I'm the hardest artist with the truest shit?' Listen! but they're not even fluent. They don't even rhyme. They're a parasitic nuisance. Leeching off a younger generation full of puppets. Make them do the song and dance and leave them all corrupted. They don't listen to the verses but they're jerkin' and twerkin'. Never even heard a word of it but certain it's perfect. Miss the days when passion used to burn like a furnace. We went from license to ill, to only hurt with a permit. Listen! and we here! Don't act like y'all ain't heard the crew. Motherfuckers out there changing faces more than Kirby do. Caribou don't spit street but I got the curb enthused because I got the courage to just blurt the truth. Wine sipping mind spinning as I observe the youth. A new and improved version of an ancient loop. Inspiration chasing, breaking out the cage of frustrations The abrasions I've sustained with my escape Are mere reminders that things remain the same unless we change them Acid rain upon my thought train done stained my brain-stem a bloody red and rusty. Fed up, bunch of just forget it. Things that bother me about my past I'm not going to let it. I just want to be a part something somebody might want to mention As a part of their method of success, then I'll know a motherfucker passed the test, and made the planet a better place before he left it. Wait a minute. Take it back. Bait the fishes faking raps. Catch 'em, fry 'em up with ketchup, then I'll take a nap. They're just looking for a chain to steal and steady tryna make a mil, begging for a label deal but they're still using training wheels. I guess sometimes you gotta run before you walk though. Running off at the mouth doesn't count. It's not a talk show. Evacuate the building because we're always spitting hot flows. How the hell did you get in from the get-go? You're not dope. All these rappers focused on materialism. What's the point in having money if you're giving up living? Should be getting uplifted, instead you're hitting on women. Everybody needs affection but some get it with rhythm. You can fake it 'til you make it but passion has no replacement. Live to work to live to work to live to make a statement. Every week I break the bank. I need a better payment. No more playing a game with fate. It's time for realization. and we some enigmatic bastards casting incantations. Not your average modern day savages lacking patience. Straining the thing that I masticate with For the sake of spreading imagination and my fascination with natures changing faces plus the fate of homo sapiens. Just take a look at the state we're in All crazed and lazy ever fading away In the land of the free daily lies are exchanged All the while the silence is loud straight refusing to break Such a shame. What a waste, just a drain on the human race It's how we've been trained Living under the thumb of a disgraceful wave They'd rather see us enslaved than see what we can create It's insane, so to me the decision is plain. You're either fighting for you're freedom or letting your brain dissipate. Listen up!

Listen, I've had enough of your lies. You're nodding off in public. Pupils often little pinholes, pupils permanently sunken. Wishing that I could be there just to soften up the punches from the path you chose to take. You’re not the person I grew up with. and I swear to god if I was there the first day you made that decision, I woulda been the one to knock you the fuck up outta that hell you lived in. What a pity you had to give in to the poison in your system. It’s a prison. I'd break you out if I could and make every single sin forgiven, not religiously but turn back the clock and reverse the process. I would rewrite history if I could have my friend back and that's a promise, but you're gone. Never coming back and it feels so wrong. I want you to see the pictures I paint but you couldn't even see where the line was drawn. Listen, I've had enough of your lies. You're nodding off in public. Pupils often little pinholes, pupils permanently sunken. Wishing that I could be there just to soften up the punches from the path you chose to take. You’re not the person I grew up with. You were supposed to guide me, but how can you do that living life blindly? I hope your psyche's fine but coming back in my life is highly unlikely. I'm so sorry. I will not be a part of the pity party. Something sucked the stars up out of the hole of a soul that used to be hearty. You taught me how to unwind, decompress the stress and have a good time, and now I'm supposed to be fine with watching you die right in front of my eyes? No thank you. I don't take too kindly to people that cant be grateful. I have my own set of issues to deal with and gotta make sure I'm stable, but I'm not, because I've lost too many friends to drugs and bad thoughts. I never forgot the day I found you unconscious in that empty lot. If I'm not mistaken it was around the same time we decided to call up your father and mother. There's no worse feeling than telling a parent "your son's in the gutter. He didn't recover." It didn't do any good harassing you, so we did what we had to do. This is a matter of life and death, not just another habit that's bad for you. It didn't do any good harassing you, so we did what we had to do. This is a matter of life and death, not just another habit that's bad for you.

Surrounded by beautiful people but they're consumed by the evil Stepping on everyone else to get ahead but we're supposed to be equal I kinda believe in karma but not in the sense that it just happens The way you project yourself on the world is the energy you're attracting Naturally. Is it really that hard of a concept to grasp? It has to be. Otherwise I wouldn't have seen certain things in my past. I'm sick of seeing my friends be victims to addictive substances And destructive lifestyles when the water's flowing and they're under it You try to pull them out but they're in so deep that they begin to pull you in From time to time letting go is the only way to win. Obviously it isn't easy. You're gonna feel a little bit pitiful But the only way to fill the glasses of others is to keep your pitcher full It's so typical. I'm sick of everyone being predictable So despicable and disgusting without any principles Little kids running around without any people to teach em respect One day they're going to be an adult and who do you expect to keep em in check

I'm trying to be fluent with my movement when I come through and abuse it Almost blew a fuse trying to prove I'm truly ruthless All the other students wondered why I'm so reclusive Only to stay productive. whats the point in being useless Now I'm lost without a navigation on my soul They gawk and talk and whisper swimming in a pool of fools Internal compass must have broke. I'll never know which way to go. Floating in an ocean on a cliff with only fate below Woah. Will I even feel the impact. When I'm out of options and I have nothing to give back. I don't wanna be selfish but if i spread my self too thin I wither away in bitter decay dead in my own skin So I'm blending in the cracks and crevices inside the shadows Gone before you know I'm there and ghostly in the gallows Paid a pretty penny for the hatred and the pettiness But I had to learn my lesson because it only left me penniless Composed an entire Euphonious opus I'm lonely and tired And sick of being depressed and uninspired Broken emotions on the ocean horizon flowing and hoping that I'm opening a potion of timing So I can go back and do a couple things a little differently Coulda been quicker to unleash potential I've been limiting Shoulda but I didn't so I gotta go and get it Woulda been a better person all the way from the beginning But limited to a one way ticket to death Hidden in the middle of the pleasure and stress Nobody knows what happens after the casket But dastardly habits will inhabit acts of havoc causing sadness Why would you wanna put another human through any pain Feeling better than them isn't gonna take away your rain It's only gonna make it seem lighter Positivity brings out the sun to make it gleam brighter As a part of this world you can either conquer it or change it. Either way you make an impact but you're never gonna save it. If you have a conscience then it's easy to be jaded. I've seen demons clean up better than angels with dirty faces. Wipe away the grease and grime and know what you're worth. Never be afraid of space and time to show that you hurt. Most of us are only human afraid of facing the end. The rest of us are faking it and we all need a friend. Silver ran away. Now the ranger really is alone Emotional decay. Sour, begging for another home Roaming coast to coast looking for a Holy Ghost Hard to find the love inside the person that you hate the most Maybe that's the key. There isn't any room for grudges Replace the negativity. You've always been above it Spent so much time looking. It was in there all along. Get it got it catch it caught it lost it. Now it's gone.

Crawling down the rabbit hole through the catacombs in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones. Always going home trying to forget purgatory where you've been and all the demons that you've met. Complacently placed and encased in a maze. Escapism, hatred, engrained in the face. In case it was fate to be late for the wake. Forsaken the pain so they wait by the grave.// Tick tock tick tock. Your time will never come. Eternity is knocking at the clock and kicking drums. Drip drop drip drop. They're lying from the tongue, while I'm burning up in rocking chairs and ripping out my lungs. It's kinda hard to breathe when your arteries are hardening and parting like the sea while everybody else is partying. Pardon me but I don't wanna see the part of me that's up to par with scaring hearts and hardly ever harvesting. If you pick the crops too early then they'll spoil and rot. Timing is crucial to be prepared up in a boiling pot. Scalding water at the start but turns to molten lava as it's getting hotter. Lose your spark then it's a cold mañana. Stay suspended in the present. Yesterday is over with, and if you focus on tomorrow today is overloaded with passed opportunities and missed appreciation, vast insecurities and static in the station.// Crawling down the rabbit hole through the catacombs in a cataclysmic culture of apocalyptic battle drones. Always going home trying to forget purgatory where you've been and all the demons that you've met. Complacently placed and encased in a maze. Escapism hatred engrained in the face. In case it was fate to be late for the wake. Forsaken the pain so they wait by the grave.// Drowning out the purity of clarity and patience. Let it rattle, be ready to be a victim of invasion. Slow the cerebellum down and take a break to breathe. Don't even know what they're yelling about but all the people scream. Nothing but a lapse in synaptic plasticity. Stuffing up the aftermath drastically battling history. Bound to repeat itself if a lesson isn't learned and the Sound of a ringing bell in the distance isn't heard. The sprockets cogs and minute hand don't stop for any man. On and off the chopping block, a victim's petty plans. Blame it on the outside influence of society or take responsibility and try to see sobriety. Hindsight is twenty twenty. Forgiveness isn't given. Blindsided by the plenty muddy mighty vision. Inside mind and body is a soul above the driven. Decide if you envision liberation or a prison.

The human soul is a force of nature to be reckoned with, ever since the ever-present presence of the pestilence. The problem is we ignore the problems we're presented with, and nobody ever takes a thing you say the way you intended it. So, so cold. I don't know where the effervescence is but finding it is something everyone should be invested in. Everything about our species is a disgrace to the planet we inhabit and it's never gonna change. The only hope for saving home is the people that destroy it and when you present them with the facts they flush them down the toilet, or throw them in the garbage can with their money and their morals. Nowadays nobody's wrong and everyone's immortal. Gluttony and greed overrun the population. We could have a better life but nobody has the patience to try to build with broken bricks. They'd rather close a fist. We're in a state of disarray and damn I hope it quits. (Hook) Random acts of violence fueled by racism and tyrants. The media corrupted us. It's time to break the silence. Be the David to Goliath. There's no need to fear the giant. Nobody knows their rights but everybody wants to riot. What a wasteful way of living. I don’t even want to try it. Having faith is fine with me but some believe in science, and if I was a higher power, I wouldn't want you to waste your time worshipping me, I'd rather you be out proving why you're divine. Hypocrisy has often made a mockery of prophecies. Instead of getting caught up in it I'm just living consciously. Fallen and I'm rotten from the constant animosity. Anomalous autonomy but I feel I'm where I oughta be. Generosity's forgotten, not a common quality. Surrounded by monotony and living irresponsibly. Until I'm dead and gone and rotten in a coffin modestly, I'm hoping to see the day when honesty is not an oddity.

Still on my spitta shit, I keep it low key though. Ain't dropped a tape since 2012. It's hard to cope. They probably thought I gave it up. I'm just trying to hone my skills until I'm ready to blow. Forever alone. For a minute I been trouble prone. Never felt the need to play along. I'd rather break the mold. Are all these waking dreams just a side effect of too much smoke? Am I too exposed? Fungus got my brain leaking out of my nose. Spaced out, seeing spirits and UFOs. I'm sorry Mamma. I already know I've been moving too fast but that other mode's too goddamn slow. I'm needing stimulation, sick of limitations. Fuck a stipulation, did I get abrasive? Damn right. Better step it up. Don't give me the basics. Can't write these days. Gotta to find a way to get a bit of my creative juices out of containment. It's all conducive to the way I keep a heightened elation, I think, but I'm far from certain. Trying to push it to the brink before they close the curtain. It occurs to me that uncertainty is a reoccurring theme In my version of the world so perfect Learning curves on an immersion search alert nerves to the current of the Universe No matter what, the world turns through the change in terms So cloudy days shouldn't phase you. Gotta let the rain do its work. No matter what, the world turns through the change in terms So cloudy days shouldn't phase you. Gotta let the rain do its work. January rain, rain go away. Never come back again. I don't need another cloudy day and I don't even know what's happening. It's like I'm running from the past again but never really get away. It only feels like that at first but naturally if you try to contain a beast it will bite back so I chose to be an animal. I'm leaking from the mandible like a wolf and you could never kill my pack. We're a rusty bunch of savages up under the ground, bustin' from a lung and tongue and jumpin' around. Breaking bad up in a beaker. About to bubble, gotta trust. Been a problem with a pen and pad and hunger is a must. You could never fill my belly. The satisfaction is impossible and even if you steal my penny, I'm gonna steal a dollar back. I need a meal, another snack. I got an appetite, for real. I'm ready. Mind-states, dreamscapes, lost in translation. Trying to induce transitions amidst these hallucinations. I got a fortune the other day that said you need to be patient, so I'm sitting in the rain. Let it wash away whatever it may My thoughts? Calculations of an outdated brain craving stimulation. Using my language to paint with, I can't vocalize all the signs that I find inside of life's arrangements. The whole mosaic is just so amazing isn't it? Yes! but we don't notice the blessings Due to the stress and the mess in the thick of the debts We lose focus on depth and get depressed. Positive thinking is the most powerful thing we allow ourselves to forget Damn. That aint the way it should be But that is how it would seem when every single day you're peeping the same scene trying to see a different thing, now I'm tryna get up out the center of the storm. A wise man once informed me the clouds are at war and I'm torn between them and I'm bored with freedom. I need something to try to hold me down. Implored by a poor demeanor. I'm from a portal of people that always found another reason to frown. This town doesn’t help. It’s so dark and gloomy. I’m never gonna let the negativity consume me. I wanna win the battle and defeat the alter ego, proving the past is simply personality placebo. It doesn't define you so shove it behind you. Don’t ever let it hover up above or beside you. Everyday is a cloudy day for me but when the sun comes you will be free and the rain won’t fall because the brain won’t tolerate the pain so it vacates the hate. If you permanently feel like a worm in dirt that can’t seem to find a way to burst out the earth, you need to find out what’s holding back your perception of the serpent inside you and burn the curse. Everybody’s been hurt. I know the pain’s the the worst, but you have worth as a person with purpose first. No matter what, the world turns through the change in terms so cloudy days shouldn’t phase you. Gotta let the rain do its work

Put him in the middle of a rhythm with a little bit of treble. Push the pedal to the metal, never gonna settle. Started spittin' acapellas like a petty pellet gun, but pull away from practice and you're never gonna get it done. Forgot the fundamentals, started cooking in my kettle. Lost a billion battles to my never-ending mental, but it never won the war within. I'm better than that. Thought process in knots but I'm bending it back. What's the point in having life if you don't know how to live it? I evicted my anxiety but its not afraid to visit. Haven't taken my antidepressants in a minute. All the pain and crazy talk is not another gimmick. Always been the loner with nobody in my corner Try to make the best of it but walk along the border of suicidal thoughts and happy talks to hide it, so group me in a box but I swear to god I'm trying. 10-4 over breaker. Break your mind open wide. Out to find where dopamine, motivation, and focus hide. Creeping through cadavers of my cranium I came across a nickel plated crate labeled 'pivotal change'. Within the vigilance of an original brain, was a little bit of innocence and minimal rage, before the rise of dissidence and sinister blame ever even played a part in my cynical game. Found a photo of a really familiar adolescent; a portrait of myself I had to see to believe. Another closer look revealed it had a hidden message, radiating peace and a reason to breathe. Deep inside the iris and embedded in flames, it said I'm never gonna stop 'til they remember my name. As the years trickled by, I traded passion for pain. No more time for staying faded. Now I'm back in my frame. I'll still smile 'til I crumble. Being kind and staying humble kinda helped me learn to juggle but I struggled to climb. A virus in the muscle had me silenced with a muzzle like a lion in the jungle with the hunger confined. A crisis in the climate made a blinded fighter pilot dive in lightning on an island with the thunder combined. My invasion wasn't subtle. I was spiraling in rubble like I'm driving through a tunnel while the rubber unwinds. Tried erasing all the trouble from a river to a puddle. Cries for help were disregarded. I was under the line. Ignited the papyrus with the fire in the iris. I was prying open eyelids with a clutter of rhymes. Isolation in a bubble always left the mind befuddled trying to find a couple pieces to the puzzle of mine. I'm in my prime but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on the cusp of dying at my own hands a couple of times. No matter the season the reason that i'm breathing is to be the bleeding heathen in the people when i'm reaching them with words Freeze em like a needle to the nerves. feel the cold chills creeping while I sweep you off your feet until it hurts To go a single week without me preaching in the speakers, easy leaking at the teeth and teaching feeble minds to work and see cerebral evil seeping from the peeking peepers of defeated demons breaching Eden. Beat 'em til it burns. They might have won the battle but we're gonna win the war 'cause they're canaries in a coal mine. Quote the raven never more, unless its on a writing desk. The only way of fighting stress to death is pulling passion to the surface from the core. You gotta be a scavenger. Take what you can get while ravaging the average habitat of avaricious boars. Crashin' in the attic of a savage living lavish. I'm a maverick with no baggage. Leave the package at the door.