We all submerge to feel okay with ourselves
And maybe I’m way behind/ I feel way above most of em’/
in the developmental sent sincere envelopes of text/ deposited at the moment but
nothing in the A.T.M at the moment/ its an Arm’s track You’re in/ no I’m not gonna say it again/ you can understand why cause a phrase loses spark after said a few times/ they said, let them in it will be fine and since you’re cool with riding in a coal mining cart down a 16 degree incline/ then climbing 13 staircases and did the secret knock and everything/ no, no one’s home come back another time/
he might be submerged in
another rhyme/
wait that might be insignificant/
throwing bricks and glass ships floating in bottles floating in the rhythm/ as seen or rather through the eyes of a storm brewing/ the orb’s fully occupied by the one uppers and accidentally kill everyone what have we doners/ whatever earns a salary right? This menagerie is so lame/ you’re telling me and some color get shot and catch a felony/
Stay inside make tapes with no walls just open doors/
Stay inside make tapes with no walls just open doors/
We’re all going through life smelling the stench of our timely ends / here I am stabbing some holes in the bloated beached whale in a tide pool/ entered chest cavity/
Submerged then never to surface again/ Just dump the bodies overboard rewind it/
reverse inboard/ Stay inside recording over tapes with no walls just open doorways/
do what I have the focus for/ broke as ever/ won’t break our determination just makes us work harder/ where touring is an oxymoron/ interpretations of conversations once had with the friends you kept/ he who used to need the compositions in hand to speak his steel trap/ leave that right where it stands/ mind my displaced stylized shit storm/ with a Rolodex of rhymes/ freestyles kept on speed dial/ no reason needer cold blooded creature creeping in the beats foliage/
taking pop-shots at hip-hop from point blank range/
Stay inside make tapes with no walls just open doors/
Stay inside make tapes with no walls just open doors/
Yo, scram you scaredy cats in cuff-links I got a whole drunk tank of mumbling ruffians to muffle still/
One Mic/ loop the break the old way of doing things, yeah it feels more authentic/
“The only lesson is now and they made a name for themselves raping us of that”/