Bodey
10-15-2013, 09:09 AM
your mediocrity is blossoming more raunchily than awesome weed
my philosophy's like Socrates... no answers for this bald inbreed
i'm droppin these hypnotically and never fallin off the beat
it dawns on me i got 'em pondering as if they hit super sonic chronic leaf
but oh, I'M the delirious one since birth
though YOU see material funds as worth
left me with an inferior buzz at work
during heavy period blood in skirts
you used to fear this and run like herds
from these lyrics i've spun, dispersed
your spirit was hung, the worst
drowned in a serious flood of words...
my flow is just...
makin paraplegics flip, dissolvin the puke on a bulimic's chin
darken up every anemic's tint while followers of jesus strip
this writing could almost make a policeman hip... ehh almost
open up your spleen and shit until our feces stick
so at least you can be someone even as a piece of shit
agreed, i'm sick. forever diseased with fits of this seasoned spit
breathin in the spliff and releasin wisps of hits as it's seepin in
sneakin fire back from these elitist tricks, label me Prometheus
see?
i'm too fresh with it, embellishin the pen and wit
compelling twists of pencil shifts, sicker than a septic whiff
i stretch the grid, flex its width, eventually the best emits
you get the gist? respect this shit, you're just another desperate clique
writin like dyslexic kids on mescaline, quit sippin that depressant sip
i'm attention deficit, obsessive-- which became an epileptic glitch
regression stitched to my essence, gripped at every potential pleasure since
so i'll move the pen until that wreckage lifts, hitting evanescence quick
my philosophy's like Socrates... no answers for this bald inbreed
i'm droppin these hypnotically and never fallin off the beat
it dawns on me i got 'em pondering as if they hit super sonic chronic leaf
but oh, I'M the delirious one since birth
though YOU see material funds as worth
left me with an inferior buzz at work
during heavy period blood in skirts
you used to fear this and run like herds
from these lyrics i've spun, dispersed
your spirit was hung, the worst
drowned in a serious flood of words...
my flow is just...
makin paraplegics flip, dissolvin the puke on a bulimic's chin
darken up every anemic's tint while followers of jesus strip
this writing could almost make a policeman hip... ehh almost
open up your spleen and shit until our feces stick
so at least you can be someone even as a piece of shit
agreed, i'm sick. forever diseased with fits of this seasoned spit
breathin in the spliff and releasin wisps of hits as it's seepin in
sneakin fire back from these elitist tricks, label me Prometheus
see?
i'm too fresh with it, embellishin the pen and wit
compelling twists of pencil shifts, sicker than a septic whiff
i stretch the grid, flex its width, eventually the best emits
you get the gist? respect this shit, you're just another desperate clique
writin like dyslexic kids on mescaline, quit sippin that depressant sip
i'm attention deficit, obsessive-- which became an epileptic glitch
regression stitched to my essence, gripped at every potential pleasure since
so i'll move the pen until that wreckage lifts, hitting evanescence quick