I’ve been called sociopathic, have dealt in black magic Started rapping cause the only thing I’d finish was fapping Yall use to laughing, laughing with the Este I’m use to feeling crappy, cowardly. Searching for the best of me Feeling lazy trying to find the recipe To break the sensation of stagnation Either intensely praised or hated. Most the time deserve it I face it Feeling naked in these songs Cause like Kendrick I be writing my wrongs For you to judge, for you to hate, For you to dance on the floor make your doobie shake How many movies does it take to make to get a movie date? Yeah, talking to the females, feeling okay online so send me them emails Or get a letter in a real life, am I corny or iconic I can never decide What’ll be demise? What’ll be demise? Can I find the time to never lie and write my clever rhymes Can I find the time to never die and live my life right man It’s all up in question, don’t have the answers but I know that life’s a blessing Even when it’s stressing, had to find my flexing cause my health still detriment, But I beat being a pessimist, worked on my spit now my breath is peppermint, Meaning hella cool, fella’s wanna duel, want a spoon of my own fuel Challenge status quo without even being cruel that’s the way I do Except when I don’t, all talk is toxic, it’s like my mouth need soap self-doubting narcissist even my pouts are dope, heart palpitations how do I cope, wrecked from stress I possess a finesse that’ll be unleashed, unless Im defeated by the best of my worst, like can I put in the work? Can I release myself from peers piercing my worth? And What’s a bad habit if you erase the urge? special from birth but what’s important is how you spend time on Earth diggity damn, I’m a motherfucking walking cliché’ a Portland DJ, riding my bike around on hella busy freeways use to lose my keychains, now I attach it to the back pack just to be safe it’s about the baby steps to slay your lazinesses breath I invest the time to keep my flaws in check fuck surface reality Im craving what’s in depth protect my parents crest cause I’m forever in debt I’m forever in debt, forever in debt You gotta respect the suspect implications of death

im ancient aeshetic, aztec gangster maverick punctured the freeze-frame the flow bombastic fuck your classes fuck your logic all my knowledge stream of conscience rummage through my memory turn my own life to pedigree write these words real third degree freeing all this time so the herd can see life in a day shit the nights with the payments from patience to hatred everything between not every nightmare's a dream not all silence is mean mad rhymes when i speak why am i mad stylish when i'm me? feeling stagnant i defrost my own pause looked in the mirror to detox my own wrongs im the hip hop sun ra always give it to you raw give you 32 bars and astral travel to Mars defining what's defiant rhyming vile rhythm violent chillingly childish tellytubby tyrant nonchantly nihilist mapping out the milage shit on shit that's stylish im trending towards the timeless never give a shit unless a shit's to be given i'm all about that low class dash mansion living from ass rimming to passionate sinning i'm in it dont repent it and my knives dont fit the kitchen cause i'm growing my rhymes is overflowing the past is the past and i'm done being nosy freedom or being cozy? its your decision i'm only working on precision fuck what you think you know about your religion i'm the preacher type with a touch of Nietzsche light walking alone can only tell you what the beach is like and that's if the beats are right most often it is cause i keep my det's tight i'm a grown ass kid middle class shit bit of a riddle with my own stitches have to remind myself to clean the kitchen have to remind myself my soul's riches

What you been eating? And how you been sleeping? Cause you need some rest girl in your eyes I can see it Can’t believe your need for guys with beamers You was once a real dreamer, Momma Certified Girlfriend Keeper Now your goals scare me like Jeepers Creepers What you been eating and how you been sleeping? Cause you need some rest girl in your eyes I can see it Can’t believe your need to re-up, ritalin addiction how do i keep up Consequences oh how they creep up Nah girl, i don’t wanna meet up Crushing since we’ve met, two brushes similar palettes Lets set aside a place in time get our perspectives entwined Wine with some plates of chocolates minds racing changing topics Talking darkness but we artists so it’s not hard to be honest You’re so polished but bizarre, not in college though you work hard Bought your first car with your first job have the self-will of a curb stomp Got your shit on lock down if i dip it’s a cop out because you challenge me when I consider what you have been balancing What you been eating? And how you been sleeping? Cause you need some rest girl in your eyes I can see it Can’t believe your need for guys with beamers You was once a real dreamer, Momma Certified Girlfriend Keeper Now your goals empty like the knees of Geezers What you been eating and how you been sleeping? Cause you need some rest girl in your eyes I can see it Can’t believe your need to re-up, ritalin addiction how do i keep up Consequences oh how they creep up Nah girl, i don’t wanna meet up What the fuck just happened? You’re out of touch like a has-been Luck going soft , you’re falling off -- I only really like you in the past tense 11 You’re passed the point for a passion, now you pass the time as an actress 9 You’re on a role for your caskett, You’re comfortable in a trash-bin And that’s not to say i can’t comprehend, Why you contemplate more than ya get You’re in ya head, needlessly stressed, In need of rest, too neat to bet Too scared to gamble, status dismantle, so sad how you got wrapped in them shackles You shimmered so brightly now all you do is reblog pictures on tumblr nightly What you been eating? And how you been sleeping? Cause you need some rest girl in your eyes I can see it Can’t believe your need for guys with beamers You was once a real dreamer, Momma Certified Girlfriend Keeper Now your goals empty like the knees of Geezers What you been eating and how you been sleeping? Cause you need some rest girl in your eyes I can see it So just cool it with the people pleasing Look in the mirror and treat her decent Nevermind what trend is recent You’re timeless like i ching teachings By the way -- for the ladies, fuck your make up I want your nature i hate to say but perfection dated appreciate your quirks and thank em Fuck your make up I want your nature Fuck your make up I want your nature

here i am at that motherfucking bus stop see a pretty thang down the aisle that I must stop busty she not, but I’m down to talk she down too let’s get some food maybe not my cock but coffee’ll do we meet the next day a quarter to two pouring that Portland coffee feeling important confidence won’t stop me dropping a naughty nod on her eyelids high risk but she bought it house invitation I’m on it we talking and laughing we bonding ain’t no one at her home now we fondling i ask her where the condom is she straight up said she don’t fuck with em i’m like girl that’s irresponsible i could have aids put you in a hospital plus you getting pregnant ain’t impossible but that’s alright cause you’se a dime and usually i gotta wait for dimes so for just this time i guess ill do it i guess ill lay on my back like im Snoopy but a lupe fiasco it hella seemed seven minutes in with the hennesse my dick ain’t working like a christmas tree new years eve, i couldn’t believe and neither could she told her that i just needed to pee came back in three ain’t working much but a hunch telling me she needed a munch and i hadn’t eaten lunch uh too drunk to fuck my dick doesn’t work too crunk to get it up my dick doesn’t work i ask myself why this shit happen eating poorly or too much fappin’ both are plausible according to this article can’t have this defining my chronicles twenty years of age for fucks sake i should be fucking for fun or till my nuts ache either way who’s to say what’s a norm historically societies priorities ain’t important but is that just me desperately trying to please these insecurities like any question no answers easy so ill keep being me meaning no sex and with STD’s i’m clean and free settling for this celibacy porn magazines i’m selling like three transcending these earthly things transcending or just being a bitch honestly can’t tell the difference is sex essential for the human condition is it ever too late or can you actually miss it did i miss it? can i fix this? dare i dip in the abyss of craigslist? shit I’ve posted some ad’s before but nothing more I swears to ya live from the wetless land area you carry a vagina i’m scared of ya homies asking questions hysteria you want the truth fair enough

am i sailing? am i dying? am i failing? what’ll be my demise? despite these iced efforts to spike em bad habits like me cant even say i fight em frightened by my mirror dont like it surprise look nearer it’s all lies christ i can be two faced or three faced or more my fate is to take and fake personas absorbed me can’t afford all these golden opportunities ignored brother calling and im just being annoyed why is that he wanna move in cant he have that what you feel better than him for you two stuck like leather and a nympho better run from problems that i gave up sorry momma drug abusing just our nature probable alcoholics in training fuck my muse that bitch is complaining wanting some work that i dont give it lazy impulses on the daily i give in sinning with sydney she synergy straining remaining to refrain from saying she satan cause life is more gray and im not hating just saying its luck im octopusbacon and maybe it’s not that bad fucking a estevan its sad you got two dads two bad you losing yourself like who’s that who’s dat boy on the bus with the ipad my bad my crabs im spoiled im not loyal im crumbling like foil get a whiff of this shit before im soil we all gonna spoil a long list of demons and how do i clean them if i’ve just been dreaming of enlightened thinking

his salad days are solid gone sardonic face replace his moms he nearly died but he doesn’t know why mind all fried his identity’s a lie set a fire to a tie-dye shirt in a dryer a liar with his fly by words not a fighter for love but for hate, for chaos car exhaust got him exhausted now he’s lost it , now it’s cost him but who’s to blame when his brain ain’t been flossing? who’s his boss and where’d he go? waste his day just a day ago cruising time but finding it where the souls from nothingness fight to live and his soul is dead his days are gone no space of swans will sing his song when his timeline bombs when his lifeline run flat he’s gonna get back with a jet back runing backwards with a backpack and a cracked hat, where his past at how tragic he nearly died but he doesn’t know why mind all fried his identity’s a lie he's fucked himself while he's fucked no one getting stuck with a luckless duck he's a showman for the average for the bastards for the advanced cause he's all three but enhanced in his hands lie the secret to himself secret to a life of youth and wealth sticking to a diet of food dont belch when he's not eating nothing but welch phelps number one fan the fam havent heard from him damn and he's still scrambling to dance and niles is still like damn jam JAM JAM JAM JAM

unbeknown to all he’s bewitched by the call silent sirens thundering under the Frost the castration of cause, the menstruation of malls meant artificial leisure had seized the lot and he seeks the fall, excretes what’s wrong a predated maze of what is seen is bought simps screamed in box, chips screened his thoughts convinced his perception preceded thoughts like eternal rhythms, internal wisdoms a spiraling clockwork of verbal enigmas his fertile charisma, external vanilla building militias with infernal chillpill-a’s what was he supposed to do? dab his life like bandicoot? cash his check before he had the chance to ask it what it do? What was he, What was he, What was he? What was he, What was he, What was he? Underneath his prayers and hidden from his praise Was the glimmering hope that one day he’d faint Pop a wheelie with fate, skate-escape his Face transmute to home-base where the Frost lay away but the future was now so he muted the sounds out of fear that these mutants would neuter his crown tutored by hounds on some mystic shit fuck the distance kid, you’s a Livingston and a mexican, can he flex again? the best method operandi just involves a pen and his fountain pen fresh muse a pound of flesh he loves the breath so he can worship the breath cause he can rap his ass off no matter if the cast on no matter if the mic off vicious like saigon one track minded like a cyclops, cyborg causing a ruckus like his name was cyclone at the strike of midnight his subconscious bites gives him a sliver of what's bottled inside what bothers his pride what's swallowed by shine what sick fantasies he tries to leave behind and it's swimming up there deep sea diving no cares so he greets the beast and the beast just stares pops a beer pulls up a beach chair gets real comfortable like this beach his lair and he ponders his flair what to do with his flair and he comes up with something and he slings his snare and he ponders his flair what to do with his flair and he comes up with something and he slings his snare

The devil is skilled in the tricks of profit I make it no concern i’m only driven by the process Expression in my cockpit y’all can call me shaman Solitude is solace nonconformist to the constant Conscious of the herd and it’s so called progress Went to sparring with my conscience i’m the rapping dali knowledge I’m the future looking forward to the males being neutered Cause i’m post masculine the potent poet boundary hassling Chasing happiness is maddening so rather i’m just asking what is happening I soak the moment then i own it taste the foam of moment’s ocean Not talking fortunes, positions, dinners with exotic fishes Wanna talk exotic business now that’s hypnotic fitness Exercising third eye i’m a dance to trancing mystic Meditating till i’m crickets meditating till i’m crickets Bought the tickets to my funeral it looked like your cubicle Cute girl slashing up my cuticles i’m mutable Everchanging it’s the universe’s only way of playing I love pleasure but hate satan i love pleasure but hate satan And it’s been awhile since i’ve been dating Cause pen to paper that’s me mating while you fucking im fucking making Aiming for some naked truths that’s why i fuck you from the booth Like ear-gasm, a near spastic phantom inner world you couldn’t fathom Satisfactions i hardly have em cause it’s all for nothing I’m alive now my veins is pumping passion to the brain My progress no longer stunted my shit has been blunted My shit has been blunted progress is no longer stunted No longer stunted This conditions endless What do humans have for breakfast Its just self destructive menace Like some suicides and dentists Its the norm It’s the norm it’s the norm it’s the norm The devil is skilled in the tricks of profit I make it no concern cause i’ve been sleeping with a lochness Her paradox is context and without it she’s just nonsense I consume her daily spells like a daily dose of pollen Hideous posture but has hair locks that are awesome They’re thin and curly colored purple during sex they make me gurgle Planting eggs in me through these things and now im fertile And in return i listen to why existence is a circle And a circus im but a function and a service Nothing deeper than the surface she tells me to fuck a purpose Now i’m nervous that these little lochie’s will be hurtful They rushed outta me like bugs rushing through the jungle My brother went to see them cause he’s the family uncle And upon first sight he did a double take twice Then he threw up and stormed out and crashed on his way home The little fuckers did it cause they’re psychic in their dome Now i’m stuck in this prison at their tentacle thrones Until they see fit to eat me for my delicious set of bones I insist they do it now and to not wait until im old Just make it swift i dont wanna die no medical

one time, one time. one time, one time yo i should be sleepin should be knee deep in dreams and self sabotage me until my dreams end, self destructin till my lifes' gone the shits and nothing's worse than a friend callin' it quits but yo here i am, man rooted where i stand, man lootin' gasoline cans ice cream sandwiches i ain't being cute the shit's all i eat losing pounds quicker than a rabid rabbit on it's feet carnivorous planners couldn't tell me where to meat cause fuck it if i know what's a real need cause fuck it if i know what's a good deed cause hell's been wondering why yearbooks show up on its' newsfeed but that aint even the half of it, my past and shit cloudin' my vision like the last sticks 300 dicks 300 times I've said I'll do it and I don't 300 more I promise you I will but I won't confused as i go from one place to the next best to rest this chest for i am not blessed address my salad days with spicy mustard sauce be honest with yourself and let your ego take a loss right? easy for me to say hidin behind verses and fake apologay's a probable cause is his plausible need for attention attending shit that only serves to feed his pretention damn and another one (one time, one time) and another one (one time, one time) and another one (one time, one time) clueless in the kitchen like he clueless with his bitches businesses curious where his ambition is finished with diminished friendships lips livin' off licked shit potato chips with a little sip of jizz see man dont' ever doubt my clever shit always worried if im not the clever one ill be forever shit never ever trust a backstabber i always look in the mirror wondering why im unaware that i treat all my friends inferior procrastinating everything from brushed teeth to rushed screepts i'm dying inside from hushed secrets bummed cigarettes to try to look coola' eating fast food cause i cant manage my moola' fool her into thinkin' you some sort of rula' trying to shine brightly but i pissed off life's jewela hula hooping myself and never gettin that far truly pooping my talents and i cant even drive a car look at cha look at cha look at cha

he was in the fifth grade she was in the sixth just a year older but his confidence was shit so every time he passed her he would never ask her if she wanted to walk to her house and dance cause his house was cramped with a drunk ass aunt laying on the couch pretending to parent his ass he was ashamed, inflamed with the prospect of that but the prospect of her had improved in fact cause she had just broken up with a dude named zach an eighth grader with hairy arms and a rumored chest tat in his room full of lava lamps he plotted his next move a future media-deemed reign of terror terrorist act who would have thought? maybe him he swore he saw it in a dream once but maybe he didn't he saw her at the mall and handed her the letter he had written waiting for her response he sat there and listened she stood there and glistened she was so pretty when the sunlight hit em hurry up and say something cute there misses she looked up and sighed and asked for three wishes bewildered he granted them she sat him down and managed him told him about all the times her dad had damaged her she wished for a new life a new dad a new plan and figured he could help her out with exactly that he gladly asked how, she calmly said now there's a gun in my room a brand new 22 take it to his head and make it go boom and we'll book a flight to alaska and go get a room because you love me don't you? you need me don't you? you said it in your letter 30 times your not a liar are you? you'll do this for me and our future forever cause baby theres nothing better than us being together time waits for no man he was in the fifth grade she was in the sixth when the judge decided both of them were mentally sick was it meant to be or were they both meant for hell he had obsessed about for 20 years in his locked cell when he got out he found a payphone and called her figured if he got out then so did she he talked to her she had gotten a job at a strip joint called knockers but she told him to knock it off and to never call her so he never did but from that point he had lost it wondered what buying a gun would exactly cost him he wanted to go out with a mother fucking bang cause life is a bitch when the defect is your brain life is a bitch when the defect is your brain