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I don’t fit in (silence)
I don’t fit in (silence)
I don’t fit in (silence)
I’m a lucid dreamer, my whole life has flashed between now an’ the matrix
My brain overlapse time, space and volume
I’m idiosyncratic and HCl pierces through my ventricles
I concoct, contrive and devise hallucinations
My lamebrain is whacko like a yo-yo
In case you didn’t get the metaphor those are all synonyms
I dispose your fluid and destroy your body’s equilibrium
You fluid thirsting loser, suck on my semen
The psychopathic of I fears I’m stalked by a thousand incubus’
Rhymes psychotic, like bullets to thy lips I kiss
My brain is dancing in a circle, I’m surrounded by demons
Don’t even try to jerk me, you dirty creatons
Stay the fuck away, no idea, like a-bombs that spray random
Spread disease, like your moms witout a condom
Like Cage I do Incision to yo’ brain, ‘dissection’, cause of the ‘infection’
No man is sane, stuck wit immaterial brains
Stuck wit yo’ romanticized views o’ reality
My rhymes are immortal thrives to destroy vitality
I don’t fit in (scratching)
I don’t fit in (scratching)
I don’t fit in (silence)
I’m a psycho thinking eccentrically, who’s emotion and innovation comes from intuition
I globally reason humankind through nonverbal communication
And send your stereotypical views out the kitchen
Cus you ain’t cookin nothin’ nigga
Yo’ brain don’t quite function nigga
But I’m a miracle, because even through my left-brained tactics I use logical analysis
White man’s ethnocentricity, my thoughts are correct, and you all must follow me
I fuckin destroy your distorted views o’ history
Raise my people back to their kingdoms and out o’ misery
At least note that if you can’t follow the rest o’ this songs message
Because it’s just my own therapeutic introspection
I don’t fit in (scratching)
I don’t fit in (silence)
I don’t fit in (scratching)
For the lil boys an’ girls who are geniues an’ still troubling
Goin through school knowin everything an still failing
I’m ‘dilexic’, treble when base, so u based(best) to be trebling(trembling)
Raise the amp in my voice to that of an airplane
And scream my pain direcly into yo’ brain (electric guitars)
‘Crazed’, I do art with my left brain and math with my right
Black men are ignorant, because o’ the light
Wake up you ignoramus, it’s time to take flight
‘Evil’, I want to be a media man, so I’ll cut you pussy niggas in 21 sections
See how much sex I can sell, and add it to the piggy bank next to my knife collection
‘Foreign’, I’ll take you losers an’ force you to reality of untrue stories
All you niggas are goin to hell, an’ rich white men will forever hold the glory
I don’t fit in (scratching)
I don’t fit in (scratching)
I don’t fit in (scratching)
Don’t let your apocalypse come true
All minorities need to stand up an’ go make something happen
Quit sitting there thinking the white man is going to give you free handouts
Yo and quit despising the truth and trying to make excuses, forget an’ move on
The world is stuck in nowhere
Politics quit sugar coding stories and tell the whole truth
Word, peace to Joe Budden, Immortal Technique, other underground revolutionaries, Chino XL, the few mainstream cats that aren’t on the materialistic or frivolous themes
Phiah Cey nicca, still okay…Never great, but still okay
Shot out to my twin Houie, my white brotha S-Train, my big bro Jojo, been along months when you left nigga, Coppa D, A-S-K
Any otha nigga I rap wit, whateva whateva
Peace
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
