Mastered the art of dissonance
Wondering who is listenin
Don't give a shit
I'm no marionette for some simpletons
The fans blowing hot air
Will they sweat when I'm missin
Mission is to fall upon the deaf ears of the listeners
Partition between the light scripts
Over true written words
It seems as of late life has been a blur
Struck a nerve
Rapping has succumbed to a blurb
These notes can heal all
Musicians are the soul practitioners
We got the vox populi
Whenever dropping rhymes
Hottest lines since junkies doing hot rails
Been freaking frequencies since I was a teen sending mp3s through hotmail
Try to put me in a box but I own gloves plus I talk well
Oxford verses
Crew full of Subversive persons
That used to get a kick burn them spliffs
Till we figured out the sun is the center like copernicus did
We kept burnin them spliffs
Two eyes
Two ears
One mouth
Be quiet
Observe and listen