I wish I could offer a simple sweet 16
Maybe extract or deplete fifteen
Within this scene
My minds a beautiful prism and prison
Check out just how pristine
Some call it but my scripts clean
My wits keen
My mind's my own Chapel like Sistine
Watch me grapple with this screen
I sometimes spit seeds to depict scenes
From within this spleen
A 7 headed winged beast
With ripped genes (jeans)
They've tried to enlist me to twist me
Creatively try to trick me to convict me
But I'm inhaling all this Oxy Jin leaves a jolly grin
Probably got my epiglottis or polyp pinned
Choking on this clozapine
Wishing I had it all
I've popped methadone, Neurontin and Tramadol
They didn't do their job, but they did infect the dome
My minds con-cept is whole
Dissecting a high speed coming Atom
It's coming at'em, like a fantastical phantom
Speaking of anthems, not which many could fathom
And so I imagine, sitting on an astral plane
Consciously creating collateral gain
I splatter your brain
While my grey matter shatters the pain
Collapsing the mantle of the sacral
HOLY MACKERAL! I somehow ransacked a fool
Whose ego made him feel he was not collapsible
I guess I've suppressed I was supposed to be a relapsing fool
Simply slapping fools and tracking jewels
Simplifying the xiphoid process of syllabic objects
Pointing out the purposeful progress, its a lot less
And yet I'm seen as a beast like the Loch Ness
Rhymes are like a motorcade yet they seek to block this
Via verbal barricades, trying to make me marry hate
Seeking serendipitous soliloquies of mimicry
Through the eyes of complexity, I see simplicity
Speaking explicitly of those who partook with complicity
All of the gimmicky rhythms be
Bruising while brutalizing minds through my eccentricity
Spitting a surge of electricity, that which my lyrics be
And as deft adept, I had to adapt to pain
And the facts remain, I had many past acts of rage
Now I have thrice the grind
And I'm inclined to rhyme
Part Titan consciously fighting
Righteously inciting the rioting, they cry to me
All the while they're wiling, quite defiling me
Now don't go denying me, this 3rd eye in me
So stop eyeing me, its only defiling we
And if I continue to scribble scripture
I'd even have GOD conspiring to be admiring me!