It's all angles,
you can't
This untangled feeling I
ain't gon' drop it
It's a popular lock and
I break choppers
Stopping the copies from popping up
Dropping a copy, sloppy, obstacle bone
Get blown out of your skeletal
Pitiful, but opposed to the sword
Metal welding and genetic code
Split from metal, long range of the game
My aim is to remain strange
Numb veins, unchangeable
Very far the range from bite is the claim
My brain pain made my
thoughts form helixes
Intensity clips as misfits with elliptic forms
And it's been said
Every time I rhyme is code red
On a moped with a coke head
In a broken shortwave radio
Through the dark new metro
Roll slow, unpair HP,
so free from the get -go
Stop at a Texaco,
crack hoes with calicos
Tryna go south to southwest on 95
Paralyzed, my rhymes go off in tangent
Hand spins in windmills, ill still
The chill of death make me feel cold
Gotta roll the windows down
and let the sound leak out
Freak out, I often seek out sounds
The speakers bounce
Yo, I write like a man who can't read
Feeling the need to seize his mind of reason
I spit treason, MC's
and seasoned vets freezing
I rap like there's nothing
left to believe in
Clumsily uneven animal hands
Gorilla, Pat, Anarchist
The harvest that harkens
from the darkest old fossil
This land I run
I use the mic stand when
my hand goes numb
I jam my thumb escaping from the box
you tried to block me in
Blue like the color of blood
before it hits oxygen
I sit cross -legged in a white
room with gloom
Thought balloons bloom,
staining the fruit of the looms
Perfume and the odor of doom
spell capitalism
Untrappable rhythm spill, so what's ill?