I'm a daredevil with the wordplay
I'm the father nature of words
I cause metaphorical earthquakes

I create verbal distortions
real-time gravitational pulls
My words create wormholes
for you fools

I'm never one to get caught up
With those three-lined time wasters
Small words are for felines, not dog chasers

Now watch me enter your ear like q-tips

Whether you recite this mentally or with two lips

Watch my words blossom then spring like tulips

My tools are to equip, I do this

For the sake of being an artist
We are now in the future
You can be a man that is heartless

I swear his organic heart was replaced with turbines
YouTube it, google it!
We are now in those times

Enough about those lives
Let's embrace my current state of mind

This current age, only a fragment in the stain of time

Minimum wage has me working over time

Maximum rage could be the case if I let go of my

Elusive state, I'm in a place where my conscious mind

Has embraced all of my thoughts upon these words of mine

I hoping that these words can turn to wine so that all can drink, then have high spirits

We are all passengers upon our own body's can't you feel it?

lag and latency upon your current actions

tell your brain to move a finger, then see what happens

It's crazy that only 10% of our brain can be accessed

Is this a myth or a fact?
I have yet to fathom

The tip is welded sharply but the mind is much sharper mental scribbles are illustrated with the ink of a marker let's make it bolder let's make it much darker don't tell the doctor

but I think I'm sick, drenched flashbacks are flushed down in my minds sink I think clicks like clocks tick, my gears are offset so I change my axis

I'm in an out like a fine stitch when I write my eyes twitch then blur out my language, I speak words of the damaged

time is a motion picture that I am watching if I stick then I'm it like the clown so come around before your fears drop to the ground

we play with pop rocks to the sounds of the then, not the now

Never pretend to be a part of the crowd I'm a part of the wow
that **** is shocking
I'm up like an umbrella and Ms. Poppins.

speaking babble like in Islamic
leaking metal calls me bionic
I rather live in a cardboard box than in an office honest I'm twisted but more on it then off it

where have the lights gone? it's about to get cold quick, let me drop this ice bomb
my mind runs longer than Olympic marathons
I'm  a flawed paragon
they ask me if am high
I say no it must be the cloud I'm on

That's right no wings needed
I'm an open flesh wound so this flow keeps bleeding
I will beat these words down till they scream mistreated
These words are missiles that **** for no reason
Now watch me aim into the air and shoot into your region.

If the sky was the ocean I would dive into the horizon, only to be known as an underwater pilot

See this is how I think of it this is how it rises, it bubbles to the top only to crumble in the climate

I'm a rebel in this human race, you're a pebble to a Titan.

My flow stays negative zero, see on the periodic table I'm element hero.

My element of surprise is like the federal bureaus, I always keep it sweet not short like churros

My thoughts are very crunchy like Pickles or pretzels
I shoot from my booth like two scud missiles, when I'm in class I just call dismissal

I never go for the gold only for the diamonds
I shine like the crooked eyes of the dead pirates

I might just adjust to the norm only to fight the righteous...this is a real flight I get hype off my own excitement..hype man hype it.

I feel old school reebok jumpsuit and some white kicks...every time I think of words I think priceless

My stylish words are furious..see they will get you high off their dopeness..don't sleep just enter psychosis..it's a new stage of awake, it keeps you focused...let's laugh...I'm joking...instead of reading this you should be choking

Fight and struggle, thoughts of milling.
What kind of points will you be killing?

The points that are the sharpest
I will not let you transform this mind into something that is softer!
There's no end game, you lack in confidence, just make another offer

Offers, games, how plastic and lavish?
Your thoughts are simple, hopeful, and savage.

Leave me with my madness
I rather be this, instead of average
Your just mad because I'm a maverick
A stand alone rock
Your side of the brain will never handle my thoughts

Ok Garfunkel, you island
How brave a stone is on your beach,
but my words don't need to be a preach I strangle your mind with time, sand An hourglass will show your faults

Think about what you say before you begin to talk
Strangling me will only put this place at a halt!
You and I coexist, let's unify in this struggle
We can continue fighting, but it will all end in rubble,destruction & burning debris
Can we agree to disagree in these words that we speak
Can we foresee a brighter future
That is within reach
If not our habitat will forever be meek
Silence in violence, a place where two have suffered defeat

Two have defeat?
Can't you see, you are the one to change
Long term thought, intelligent meet
Can't you see, you have become strange
It is proof that I am victorious, your ignorance
It's crazy how you have shown my brilliance

I've been coming home,
feeling kinda lazy

Just art, just music
nothing really amazing

What I think is average
others think is blazing

I don't want to be stuck
in a fuse about what was written

I don't want to be stuck
making ******* discussion

I don't want to be the one to judge what is or what isn't

Stuck in this fiction
of making a living

Ethan hunt on the hunt
This passion is my mission

I'm so passive aggressive
I say **** my contestants
All the hate, I digest it
Check my inner intestines
They are coated with steel

What is the pursuit of happiness?
Is happiness even real?

False media & markets
items bought for apartments
***** clothes on my carpet
feeling down an exhausted
Emotions are quite toxic
All is a thought process

Rolling over in bed
I feel the dark on my eyes
Then feel the light on my head
Get up and do it again
This cycle just never ends

Penny pinching, and quarter quivering, dollar dribbling....
this Average life is for a simpleton

Mr. Media what do you see in use?
Stupidity in a chair, idiocracy in the air

Education is just a blur, a vision that has been lost

Crippled by news crews that cast platooned views then show you what's not true.

Picture your life in a frame of comparison then digest their daily distorted narratives.

That's a daily dose for the average men. Lies captured in vivid images, Titles Capitalized, idols dress in disguise

take out your knife and cut the veil from your eyes for their message is too addictive, don't let repetition A rise.

Depressions a state of mind, medication is what follows, but what would happen to the industry's if their pills were never swallowed.

a family's all you need to fill the gaps & the hollows, don't choose your friends for today instead keep them close for tomorrow.

You'll never know what could happen, you'll always fear in the night...tragedy and calamity always just sound alike.

But if you take a moment to breathe you'll realize that you will be all right, medias all left...us with faulty fears of fiction and pure threat...depictions of falseness, fueling the mindless, yes those who don't feel, will soon witness a riot, a riot of self-destruction

Everyone has a function, soon you will find yours, with this property comes decisions, decisions at all doors

Check it!

Mind State Subliminal's

Never Ridicule the Individual

there Journey is of a different school

I find myself at the pinnacle
the point of which is so critical

It's a mind state That isn't physical

mental obstacles I often leap.

then find myself tied to Marry Poppins feet

I see the world and its obscurities are out of reach

I hide in pits of insecurities I guess I'm obsolete

Will I forever have cold feet? or will my motions cause friction, the conception of heat

My perception is keep, moving and keep trying, trying is just dying

an act of the weak.

Let's smash all beliefs and DO! then keep applying pressure to these modern hands

For my body is made of fuel and metallic cans.

How often does passion stand if where it lands is on a slant?

It doesn't, it slips and slides then collides with motions that stride

is this what keeps us alive? the ambulation of vibes, the infatuation to strive, dive and keep swimming

I'm satisfied by this life I keep living

My perception is interception I catch it all than digest it.

I consume all even though it may be septic

let theses words I eat pierce my inner intestines.

I left leftovers for my contestants,

I'm lethal like needles to a vain,

this game will leave you breathless.

I'll never do it for the fame or chains or a fancy neckless

Flow is too raw. cause havoc I'm too reckless.

You can catch me at the bottom pit, be spitting the hottest ****

I'm that hip hop-otimuous

That's no name anonymous.

Your frame is just picture-less

I hope you can picture this

What is 1 to 1.5

currency to relativity

urgency brings negativity

It's not about new tools

it withers your tools bring productivity

The way you slap that old guitar, the way you drive that beat up car

How fast does it run? How long does it last? How fast does it charge?

New can only take you so far

Let that distance your reach be derived from a skill, not from how rich or famous your are.

I often walk, even though I own a car...I prefer feeling the wind, the open-air, it makes me feel like I'm apart of something

The emotions I feel are driven from an organic substance, the dirt that I see the wind that I feel..these constant conflicts between what is man-made and what was here.

The stare of a deer, the tree was its friend, it's now been destroyed to make a path of cement.

That path of cement created a state of solidarity, urban prosperity, violence numbified by media regularities.

Civilizations become the norm, even though we all barely speak to each other physically

Digital formats become our literal floor mats, every result you leave results in a digital footprint, cataloged for the marketing lab rats

Too complex to understand like a physical labyrinth, Let me elaborate

So let me ask you ?! What is 1 to 1.5

Can you live without your social media vices, multimedia devices, tell me the definition of what "like" is

Currency, urgency, thumbs up if you feel like every part of your life is an emergency, if so then share it,
so the world can see

Then watch your conversations about fashion turn into a targeted ad about a jacket that is burgundy

Invasion of privacy? Not if your privacy is for the world to see.

Coincidently that jacket is on sale, so if you buy it this theory will not fail, and if you don't the media will still prevail, it's presence is an entire quarter, meaning it's heads or tails.

That's urgency hiding behind a veil.

My words do splits, therefore they do gymnastic flips

this acid pit drips sick masses of glass and ink

Brain ****, call it massive **** pinpointed so accurate

I'm going to a place with no conciseness

I write with my arms Then drop legs and abstract kicks

My abstractions are the thrills of a ride or several attractions

My mental is monumental to some by a fraction

I'm an empty thought that lies in a Casket

Surprise with my habits That's applied to the madness is tragic...

Slithering satisfaction supported strongly surpasses idiots by the masses.

Monumental mysteries mesmerizes men in misery...

I live life to amaze while in a maze of symmetry

I hope what I say Is riveting, Imagery will then cascade into a blaze of remedies

instantly sparking a chain reaction of positive energy...

The negative turns away...along with its enemies...

Ears evolve into eyes then spot their demise

I hope I never get lost in these times.

Dreams as vivid as reality, my bodies lying on the bed as my mind soars causally.

In a wooden house with strangers equivalent to Dorothy's

I look outside the window I see waves of the open seas.

But were not in the ocean see, because pirates are never seen. I swear this is a different scene. If you could see it, you would believe.

But I'm not here to prove that it's nonfiction, let these words be a depiction of dreams that have been driven.

By Purposes filled in vials then consumed by minds made by miles, roads, and directions styled

in shuttering accents, enough of this madness lets jump into passions.

Engraved in my soul is the past-tense...if nothing's new under the sun,
then let my shade be a labyrinth