Verse 1:
Speaking the nonsense that you ain’t used to hearing yet
I’m the villain in the plot that you ain’t fearing yet
A little inferior mind to yours can somehow whip around more thought from experience
I’m talking deepness, darkness think that we’re the same
but I can see it in your eyes, you’re apart from this
and ain’t a thing can save you
You could call the cops maybe try asking them to stop a kamikaze
but they ain’t doing zip unless you asked to bomb a nazi
but the thing is their policies are ironic
capitalizing on what’s capital rising
attacking the finer things that should be less than a crime
but anyways less on them and back on your mind
You ever had the feeling that you’re doing more time
If you try to find it, designate or design it
there ain’t no way you’ll survive if you find a place in my mind on the way

Chorus:
If you tryna avoid conflict, you running into spite son
If you tryna avoid nonsense, then you came to the right one
Fake bows opening up to take downs
I ain’t going without a fight son
People telling me that I lost it
I guess they’re right huh

Verse 2:
I accepted the notion of what my mind is
In addition to gripping fixes on what mine is
divided into pieces, splitting in to fractions
multiplying by themselves to exponential add-ins
grabbing on to poles, walls, and streetlights
thoughts flying off the paper that I got to rewrite
spread and lost, yet bounded by the concept
in crosshairs of firing in my conscience
It’s more than the fact that I lost grips
I’m more nauseous and caustic than cautious
Innocence left I can’t even see right
killing foes for the delight’s what I be like
nowadays. my vision’s ruined by the captions
defining the images with boom bap click
breaking down the poster of what your spine is
tell me I’m nothing. I make due while confined in

Chorus (Repeat)

Verse 3:
My main aim ain’t looking for a spot to take
It’s more like force a lock to break
Stake out fakes, ensure they don’t procreate
single em out one at a time at a lonely rate
I don’t post pone jack man
I’m on a visionless mission to blow reckless full blown attacks and
steal lives that don’t appeal to my eyes
now go and try to say that everything is fine. I’d
rather be a nerd rapper and absurd bastard
than taking your position of making the worst trash
mediocrity is opposite my
philosophy. you living in the synonym of autonomy
spitting robotically, rip through the cords
wrenching torque, no remorse, at a pivotal force
carry a psycho wit-victorious with psychowits
and the same pride that resides in a lion’s den