put up your punchlines we're gonna spar over this beat
and start trading blows so heavy handed the gloves seem like concrete
i'm trying to make structure rigid, mr. absurd bastard
graduated past other rappers, doubled standards for my masters
progressed past a prized prose poet and put the rhythm back to poetry
i found what it was lacking like thc without it's potency
that's dmt without it's chemistry and drugs without their remedies
spilling ink in attempts to reconnect the passion to the ecstasy
in my final moments i turned to alchemy to add a score to this feature
couldn't disregard the currensy, so borrowing it is probably much cheaper
that as it may, i'm through claiming ownership over sounds
and once i've record these tracks, i'm taking off, never to be found
forever lost to encryption like the great cities past conquered
now mixing a pint ayahuasca and half bottle lysergic vodka
mixed tape torrent files will eventually succumb to the seeders
unless it's featured to parasitic brainfeeders or other eternal leechers
but i doubt it, i'll leave about as much behind as the sumerians
my text files of alexandria burnt down alongside it's librarian
planting bibles in the garden, does your belief have roots?
or just spiritual, religious loneliness that the drugs have induced?
deep seeded in whatever affiliation your colours imply
irrationality in high supply when scum don't die, it multiplies
on a scope below molecular, call you micro but that's insulting biology
doesn't take a group of scientists to figure out how doggedly
you betray each and every role you meet in this tragic comedy
and how you never cease to be the poster-child for utter mediocrity
or how your greatest commodity is unwavering hypocrisy
your novelty's outweighed by your geocentric theologies
arrogant catastrophe, the exact opposite of gallantry
it's like i'm big brother prussia and bitch, you're little brother saxony
this head is empty; it's merely a container for the mind
fairweather family-first friends always leaving me behind
made the title 'adolescent artisan articulate' mine
but even though i did it seems (i'm always gonna) fail
oh, and i hope your forefathers suffered during the holodomor
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