Highfalutin, convoluted, living in the gray
We all human, context clue-in, singing with some pain
Word pollution, so confusing, ringing with the hate
Got our music, congruent, let me take the blame
Game
All this choosing, so exclusive, that's why we insane
Got me fuming, it's abusive, salty with the grain
Need a union, it'd be conducive, to breathing in this vein
Lazy Susan, let's diffuse it, and stick it to the mane
AY
Listen, listen
I'm a yid kid
Slight, from the mid of ya vision
I'm bright from the time that's been gifted
Feeling ripe for the rhyme and the picking
I'm finger lickin'
Figuratively speaking
Predictive picking
It's the realm of the wisdom
It's the hell of the kingdom
It's the shell of the victim
It's the smell of a symptom
It's the spell of a rhythm
It's
Objective killing
This the life that we living
Effective sinning
Plot thicken
Got a roof so I'm skipping
No excuse for my winning
Too obtuse, says the villain
To accuse is the given
I refuse, to receive, your permission
So this be my contemplative mission
I'm stricken
Struck a chord now it's missing
Replaced with some murky water christen
It's tipping, I'm tripping
Caught up in a bubble shaped prism
Now I'm tipping
Fraught and employed by the friction
Taught to enjoy all the difference
Trying to make sense of this diction
Spying through the void of the fiction
Scribbling words into the system, it's written
Golden ticket
Unrelenting herds to the prison, it's twisted
Slogan wicked
Pretentious slurs ain't hidden, elusive distance
Nuanced picnics
Got time for picnics
Privileged
Practically made a spinach
School for business
Graded gimmick
I'm an image
So idyllic
Makes me timid, pay attention to ya lyric
Duty civic, keep it cryptic
Be a critic, not complicit
Pay your visit
Ain't right, to deny, it's explicit
Make 'em pivot
Highfalutin, highfalutin
Bye Felicia, Isaac Newton
Synesthesia, nothing's stupid
Free the gluten
Raps is spewing
All I know is hockey shooting
Vis a vis, life's illusion
High saluting, high diluting
Bye haters, stop excluding
We all people, f*ck the grouping
Machiavelli in the looting
Orwellian conclusion
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Highfalutin, convoluted, living in the gray
We all human, context clue-in, singing with some pain
Word pollution, so confusing, ringing with the hate
Got our music, congruent, let me take the blame
Game
All this choosing, so exclusive, that's why we insane
Got me fuming, it's abusive, salty with the grain
Need a union, it'd be conducive, to breathing in this vein
Lazy Susan, let's diffuse it, and stick it to the mane
AY
Listen, listen
I'm a yid kid
Slight, from the mid of ya vision
I'm bright from the time that's been gifted
Feeling ripe for the rhyme and the picking
I'm finger lickin'
Figuratively speaking
Predictive picking
It's the realm of the wisdom
It's the hell of the kingdom
It's the shell of the victim
It's the smell of a symptom
It's the spell of a rhythm
It's
Objective killing
This the life that we living
Effective sinning
Plot thicken
Got a roof so I'm skipping
No excuse for my winning
Too obtuse, says the villain
To accuse is the given
I refuse, to receive, your permission
So this be my contemplative mission
I'm stricken
Struck a chord now it's missing
Replaced with some murky water christen
It's tipping, I'm tripping
Caught up in a bubble shaped prism
Now I'm tipping
Fraught and employed by the friction
Taught to enjoy all the difference
Trying to make sense of this diction
Spying through the void of the fiction
Scribbling words into the system, it's written
Golden ticket
Unrelenting herds to the prison, it's twisted
Slogan wicked
Pretentious slurs ain't hidden, elusive distance
Nuanced picnics
Got time for picnics
Privileged
Practically made a spinach
School for business
Graded gimmick
I'm an image
So idyllic
Makes me timid, pay attention to ya lyric
Duty civic, keep it cryptic
Be a critic, not complicit
Pay your visit
Ain't right, to deny, it's explicit
Make 'em pivot
Highfalutin, highfalutin
Bye Felicia, Isaac Newton
Synesthesia, nothing's stupid
Free the gluten
Raps is spewing
All I know is hockey shooting
Vis a vis, life's illusion
High saluting, high diluting
Bye haters, stop excluding
We all people, f*ck the grouping
Machiavelli in the looting
Orwellian conclusion
We all human, context clue-in, singing with some pain
Word pollution, so confusing, ringing with the hate
Got our music, congruent, let me take the blame
Game
All this choosing, so exclusive, that's why we insane
Got me fuming, it's abusive, salty with the grain
Need a union, it'd be conducive, to breathing in this vein
Lazy Susan, let's diffuse it, and stick it to the mane
AY
Listen, listen
I'm a yid kid
Slight, from the mid of ya vision
I'm bright from the time that's been gifted
Feeling ripe for the rhyme and the picking
I'm finger lickin'
Figuratively speaking
Predictive picking
It's the realm of the wisdom
It's the hell of the kingdom
It's the shell of the victim
It's the smell of a symptom
It's the spell of a rhythm
It's
Objective killing
This the life that we living
Effective sinning
Plot thicken
Got a roof so I'm skipping
No excuse for my winning
Too obtuse, says the villain
To accuse is the given
I refuse, to receive, your permission
So this be my contemplative mission
I'm stricken
Struck a chord now it's missing
Replaced with some murky water christen
It's tipping, I'm tripping
Caught up in a bubble shaped prism
Now I'm tipping
Fraught and employed by the friction
Taught to enjoy all the difference
Trying to make sense of this diction
Spying through the void of the fiction
Scribbling words into the system, it's written
Golden ticket
Unrelenting herds to the prison, it's twisted
Slogan wicked
Pretentious slurs ain't hidden, elusive distance
Nuanced picnics
Got time for picnics
Privileged
Practically made a spinach
School for business
Graded gimmick
I'm an image
So idyllic
Makes me timid, pay attention to ya lyric
Duty civic, keep it cryptic
Be a critic, not complicit
Pay your visit
Ain't right, to deny, it's explicit
Make 'em pivot
Highfalutin, highfalutin
Bye Felicia, Isaac Newton
Synesthesia, nothing's stupid
Free the gluten
Raps is spewing
All I know is hockey shooting
Vis a vis, life's illusion
High saluting, high diluting
Bye haters, stop excluding
We all people, f*ck the grouping
Machiavelli in the looting
Orwellian conclusion
Writer: Rebecca Gitomer
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