I live my life inside an ivy league with poison leaves
But I got tenure with a royal steez that voices dreams
Believing in the artist cats who hope for mastery
My sleeve can hold my heart, tricks, tats and both phylacteries
Running for the game, I’ll pass you on all fours
When I smile big they forecasted a dark storm
Heckle mainstream til the rapper is all horse
Life’s but a stage and I’m Statler or Waldorf
Wasting time tryna smile with all the new kids
I'd rather sniff glue lids, listen to Blue Lips
Or soothsay your true fate while hearing shoegaze
Went to sleep, clenching teeth, couldn’t eat for two days
I got no grace so I’m sposed to try affable
Dreams I must chase that most'd find laughable
Actually trapped inside the paradigm, oh fuck
Daily sacrifices like I’m Maid of Time, Homestuck
A thot lives in my head she pays rent and stays hidden
And knows the roof of the world leaks and I ain’t fix it
Vision’s formless, hear the singing of a liches’ chorus
My writing goes on for many pages, Mrs. Torrance
Pre-Egyptian like a Holocene anopheline
Deep encryption when I spit, kid, drink your Ovaltine
Or maybe I’m just blaring gibberish on stupid shit
It’s not like anyone would care to Google it (um)
Came here to puff and then I blaze the building
If beefin ain’t enough, I’ll beat you up and then I'll raise your children
Then teach em how to shave and pop wheelies on sidewalks
And file fraudulent tax claims and eat pizza and buy stocks
I’m on time clocks, a spitter’s what I’m sposed to be
And my head knocks only cus my fists are full of groceries
Gettin sober, gods can play while insect sleeping
Past October, now we run into the windswept season.