Lyrics

ayo
who the *beep* are you tell me,
I can’t be whatever the *beep* I wanna be!?
someone hand me the weed,
and my Klonopin, I gotta claw at him,
another critic, posting comments sub tweeting so cryptic,
my lyrical prowess is straight mythic,
my hands arthritic, no jokes, games, or gimmicks,
I’m chronically found at a cannabis clinic,
with some chronic in a baggie I opened before I even left the business,
security can bear witness,
they know if I don’t they die by psychosis,
like a flower the violence blooms from within, some sadistic type of lotus,
beautiful, but brutal with a homical rage that remains truthful, to argue this is a debate made futile, *beep* a gem I’m a crown jewel, I’ll take the entire globe to school, I’m a lyrically haunted living ghoul, shooting a stick at some balls like I’m playin a game of pool, my cue to leave went ignored due to autistic unawareness, in all fairness, I am the one who shall bring justice to all left without, and you can fact check those words as they fly out the A.I.’s mouth, truthfully, I doubt, that anybody could come close to a knockout in any form of a bout, like,

BOP, BOP, BOP, BOP,
dawg I don’t write no,
POP, POP, POP, POP,
one day, I’ll carry us all to the,
TOP, TOP,
stop hawk?
THINK NOT!

ooooo
I see you on my radar,
awww
awww
I see you on my radar…

no threat detected within this cell…
just a light rain,
maybe some thunder,
no floods,
no winds,
didn’t do much, if you even did this,
half of us don’t believe you ever did shit
talky bout a mushroom cloud over top of your-house the homeless before we talk about freedom…I don’t care, politics very well may send the mood south, but, why the *beep* these kids starve while the top 2% eat lobster and shrimp? answer me this? answer me this? where is the love? for all of the kids. all of the kids. I become a lyrical terrorist, cederquist I’m stuck in Sweden once again…they said I need to live honest, okay, I think we should storm
the capitol, load it with c4 and *beep* Dog gone it! if I said that I’d be served a warrant, I know I’m followed by informants, I know exactly who they are they think they’re hidden dormant, but they’re easier to spot than the virus following limewire torrents…from me, no endorsements. your skull, Cadillac hood ornament on the way to park at cardiac, lookin at the clock like damn, no sleep, im an insomniac, mixed with a melancholic maniac, pyro in a pontiac, listening to podcasts explaining me my zodiac, headed to the casino so I can lose it all on blackjack, CRAPS!

My raps…

damn, is that a mandolin? that’s hard…