Gave it up, got it back— second-handed. Here we go— scarred with no application of bandages. Flow’s fantastic. Drips from a leg of gases. Flipped your casket, nigga— Rite of passage. A rap fanatic. Ecstatic—I spit massively,  galactically, emphatically, gastrically, and retroactively. Cocoon is ripped. I’ll swoon your bitch, equip my wings, & do some backflips— Ascend the God of Nazareth on an acid trip. Hallelujah— Praise your whore and savior. Reborn from failure, DK is on his worst behavior. Snorting a major key on pen and paper. My ink's a razer. I wager your favorite rapper's fascia; come meet your maker. My piece is pumping crystal gazers, bumpin' bristle bangers. Lose your temper? Just did you a favor, you fucking wafer. I’m in the zone to smite. Suffice to say I’ll do it twice. Cause y'all don’t know the price of all I do & sacrifice.

Verse 1: I am the Stonewall Riots, Civil Rights Movement in human form. You conform. I summon storms of mutant swarms. Black don't crack— ain't no crevices to speak of. Born as kings and queens. Feared, revered since a wee cub. Raisin fists—some don't see the blood they're covered in. Squeeze the berried fruit— drinking sweetest juice, light-colored gin. Suffering succotash. We're eating beans and mash again. Racists clutch their pearls— pathogens in abdomens. Past repeats itself— the same songs shuffle. Statues & labors denoting great wrongs crumble. Protests are double-edged swords: fair and ugly. Swinging both sides of my weapon— it's red as ruddy. Don't worry, buddy. You fuddy-duddy who came from monkeys. Chummy dummies wearing white supremacy on ya undies. Institutional issues. Defuse all of the missed cues. Excuse me for not sympathizing with you. We're out of tissues. Hook: We're Tired flat of being Tired of that. Temple called our bats— Congregation's lackin' riot hats. Your bias is showing. Our pious is glowing. Only a matter of time before we all knowing you wack. Ain't you Tired of Tired? Then retire that! Combat the stats instead? Get laughably outmatched. We're didactic— higher-level tactics. Rob magic from our blackness? It's time to get dat ass kicked. Verse 2: Freedom on my face, straits within our jackets. Castigated from all taxes— disdain enclosed in brackets. I'm taciturn, cut out the racket. Acid's magic. Coping habits— symptomatic of a drug addict. Might be back at it. Chadwick laxing in his casket.  Born in fashion— blood from water infused the fabrics. A tragic accident— fattest chance of happenstance. I harmonize the past & future tense with assonance. Watching fat asses bent in the Land of the Free. Lady Liberty slowly descending on her knees. Let it burn with a squeeze. Seize the means of production. No love, just consumption. Self-destruction. Now press the button. Scolded for deficits, but lack the pot to piss em out. Got some poor pockets, yet possess the richest doubts. Slum Village state of mind— urban bastard, raw energy. Tenderly banging Beverly in her Hills, it's heavenly.

Verse 1: Niggas pussywhipped— Smelled the stench. Y'all made Crawford get off the bench. I've never worn Adidas. Smash my features— never breeding Adidons. Average dick in box, con-seeding a thot per season needed. These is the reasons. Division with no cleavage needed. Knees praying, wrong Jesus. Noticed my focus? A(-)muse, flukes like you. Playing races, Spee-rits & B-ricks— no me/need to be continued. Can't have your cake & eat it with multi-dicks in them denim. Smelled venom on your lips before I shredded em. Peeped those chains & whips— claiming Snapping Toms. Felt my moms in the moment say: "Go hard, but remain soft." Y'all Dirty water drinkers with some sea salt supplements. 20-30 something— faulting your malnourishment. Yet bent you on the Bentley gently— the cream tempting. Rather berth seasoned dressing coated on my first pressing. Verse 2: She must've risen from pages of a penny dreadful. One of several— spectral helmed me as the vessel. I tremble— pencil vivid thoughts, vibrant pictures. You hear the whispers— livid snickers, unholy Scriptures? Bet you're skeptical and secular— thank you for joining. The laws of nature I'm spoiling might be disappointing. Don't say there wasn't warning.  See you snoring. The clouds are pouring— day is mo(u)rning, sun is boring. Ghosting gashes— hacks & slashes through your membrane. Train my body, yet the urge of risking pain I crave remains. Sediments of sentiments: the evidence of detriment. Basically, I'm negligent— ambivalent benevolence. Manic obsession manifested into great possession. Reckless concessions— nepotism hanging from her necklace. Yet to forfeit; adore the smorgasbord of sore endorphins. Hoard a HORDE of WHORES with Horace— ordered, restore it. Verse X: What encouragement/did courage meant? All mines intact though. Smacked dat ass, throw yo back, activate attack mode. Caught foxes doxing— squad in combat while she house sit. Dodging clauses? You novice— splotches of blotches, molly wopping.

Seems dusty ones is biting crust the hardest. No room for Franklin at our harvest again. Fuck your Peanuts—they not brown enough. And y'all return: dry & salty 'cause I pointed out the obvious to 'em. Y'all rowdy rough— Call your bluff. Take yo ass home to that asthmatic tree in your attic. Then go down sidewalks concluding by the wayside— Them silly simpers falling up. You're the Jason Williams who don't ever pass. That's not technical— more like a red flag. Get the FUCK off my court. And don't EVER bring yourself to a seat at our table. Done played yourself. I'll show you stable. This is Black Beauty. Supporting Ultraviolence? Let's make a movie— Run them diamonds. Die then. Pulverize the hymen— feminist in this dick, disrespect pulling out. She swam into her swamp, while I withstood its doubtful drout.

"We got it from here." Niggas not thanking me. Laying hazily— A faded pain awakens thee. Frisbee chances— they grazing me. Mistake(n)/in—ward/word graciously. Raided fridge, made deliveries. Starving, yet artistically known. Do Not Disturb on— Off. Ringing tones I only hear alone. Playing hopscotch with fervid, colored spots— Ops cop the drop below our snirted mountain top. Say I'm anti-social distancing? Disorder personality. My reality often retaliates with principality. Walk along the edge of these razors— feet barreling. Tool of inoculum, fear doctors— beef dangling. Delicate delicatessen— cut out exes. Etiquette blotches predicate? Watch intelligence get discredited. Upon a pond, this pawn responds with songs of swans. Not mine. Not yours. They're all (h)ours.

Verse 1: (I’ve been) pacing, Spending nights meditating, Fighting self-hatred— feeling wasted. Tossed, piled up and placed with sick faces— Life deprived, died inside, stripped naked. From poor folks, drug addicts, slit wrists, to killers. As dysfunctional men & women swimming in circles, we coexist. The meals and bedtimes, confined rooms, assigned meds, Tile floors, unlocked doors. Thumb & finger—cocked & loaded four. We all dread for more. Dead presidents—four score. Admitted thrice, I fear— a fourth time is near. Is my life worth saving  if I wind up here? Comply and not heal, Deny? Just deal? How would you feel if I took all your dignity? Made you live in a box,  liked it or not, with no clocks? Be removed from the world until time stopped? Walk along the Rainbow Road of my past life. Don't cherry-pick trees of struggle. Get your facts right. Now turn left. Am I deaf? Not yet. Are you? Don't get punched in the cleft. Making me repeat my stress, disturb my rest, burn my breath, third eye set, curse thy test. And yet to come is the best. Verse 2: I had intensive, expensive treatment as an inpatient. Patience waned— became frustration. With only scrubs & skid-proof socks to my name, Shame became a routine for many days. My dreams retain  a mental penitentiary. Suicide detained, How long it stays? A mystery. I'd give anything to feel sane, endure the pain— Do whatever it takes to cure my brain. Numb novacaine, I'll never be the same. Let the rain fall down upon my membrane. Sooner or later, solutions become diluted; Then lacking any sort of purpose remains undisputed. Lest we forget tension without medicine. Need shock to my system— Where's Thomas Edison? More pills to take the ills away— will it end? Guess a pharmaceutical can be my only friend. Bridge: Don't know how much more my heart can take. Nor how many smiles these faces fake. Can't shake the feeling it's way too late. Spirit's heavy, there's just too much weight. Heartbreak in my soul, getting too strong. Is it enough singing pain through song? Can I keep on chugging along? Do I belong? Are YOU ALL better off, if I be gone?

My form of years are dead. Pouring Gods from my head. Stay Secular to not offend, then tread through existential dread. Our daily bread: Ingenuity spread with panic meds. Slept in a bed of masculine habits since I was bred. I'm a homebody, awoken glue to his head. Shed tears for tales never finished— rue esoteric ends. Don't ask me when the tide is at its peak. I'll find it gnarly— regardless of how loudly she even choose to speak. You are what you seek. I want peace for at least a couple weeks. Should the Song of Songs be re(a)d as tongue-in-cheek? Can we harmonize— lift our voice, rise to the farthest skies? Climb high enough to reach a harvest on the other side? If life's illusory, I'm mesmerized by dragon's eyes. Let your heart advise— her words a rye. Are we all-stars,  seeking to form galaxies? Or do we surrender our own gravity for depravities?

[Verse 1] With every passage of moments, Thoughts become one with the past. Every scene is in rearview. When will I realize when my heaven went? [Pre-Chorus] I think you're truly something special. Just what my dreams are really made of. Let's stay together—you and me. There's no one like you around. Oh, baby. [Chorus] I really like what you've done to me. I can't really explain it, I'm so in to you. I really like what you've done to me. I can't really explain it, I'm so in to you. [Bridge 1] I really like— What I feel when I'm with you. You're a dream come true. Don't you ever leave my side. 'Cause it feels so right. [Verse 2] If only this day would disown me. It could be the way I escape. Oh, I'm too present. Can my heart be whole again? I know life is love with risks of pain. [Pre-Chorus] I think you're truly something special. Just what my dreams are really made of. Let's stay together—you and me. There's no one like you around. [Chorus] I really like what you've done to me. I can't really explain it, I'm so in to you. I really like what you've done to me. I can't really explain it, I'm so in to you.