I arrived on the ninth a couple months shy of eighty-six
Another E.T. freed up from the mothership
A younger brother, the prodigal boy wonder
It's hypnotic what the topic of time can tear asunder
I never laid down so I can posit this
The oddest kid on every playground should fucking bottle this
I went from pop rocks to high tops to drop dead anonymous
But now my name and success seem synonymous
And it's a process wishing that the plot will twist
Filling up a bottle of pills to save your consciousness
Yet I'm blessed with impressive dictation
My obsession is an oeuvre that elicits elation
Acclaim is infinite, I'm winning the nominations
In this equation there's no medals for participation
I got no equal, so call your best debater
Bear witness, I'm the greatest operator in the station
I need a second to chill
I've got an ill prognosis
Diagnosed with the flow apotheosis
I'm crushing foes like the shadows of colossus
I owed it to myself to compose a dope opus
So I titrate it and concoct the doses
By concentrating the flows through osmosis
I'm always writing for the lost and hopeless
And those paranoid androids labelled precocious
Now I'm
Back in focus trying to live track the broadcast
Never set a track record for bombast
And every track on my record's for contrast
The Cheshire grin's dawning on the maw of this bobcat
Look, I just really wanna rattle your brain
And gain acclaim like a valedictorian's grades
It's auditory, my story's got a glorious aim
You oughta fade from view like you're Dorian Gray
I am the virtuosity
I'm up on top of the cloud crop
Unstoppable, propping up a prophecy
I'm spitting gold while y'all still talk in copper, please
I'm King Kong, fucking toppling your properties
So void the broadcast chorus in the hippocampus
Loose lipped, sinking ships till they reach Atlantis
Four tons like a forked tongue mecha-mantis
I'm Rick Moranis shrinking planets till they fucking vanish
Shit, I don't think I'm still in Kansas
Technicolored chemtrails crashing on the canvas
I'm locking eyes with a luminous enchantress
The golden goddess gazes as the odyssey advances
A cast glance, a lance through gushing arteries
I feel her artistry in every fucking part of me
A final chance, one last grasp, extraordinary
Sword drawn, cut the orbit and the cord it carries
There you have it on the record wreaking havoc
Man, I'm back in the booth with these bad habits
Emphatic, kid the cadence is quadratic
Each emission that I spit is amassed as mathematic
For the sake of the masses
I'm taking your breath like asthmatics or Vader when his grasp is
Fully contracted choking off your pneumatics
There's no rabbit in a hat, this is actual magic
In fact there's cloaked cursive immersed in these verses
I'm out of sight like the curvature of Earth is
A lone revenant, I cast curses
Spit a hex and direct it at your person
So call the hearse cause he's killing it lately
Straight leaving these neuroses pushing up daisies
Still I'm accosted, the currency of grief and loss is
Fucking exhaustive with no regard for what the cost is