[Verse 1: mr.blankslate]
Yeah
When it comes to philosophical
Don't be thinking logical
I've seen the impossible
Unfolding with my opticals
It's no illusion, but it's not periodical
It'd scare a lot of you
Finish all the bottles up
I gotta go
Phantom on my tail
Gotta saddle up
Battle such
Persevere no matter what
Hurtin' peers and flatter s*uts
I'm out of touch
Cloud nine rhymin' lines - out of luck
f**!
All the gates are shut
And I plain had enough
The cops are at the door
Do you wanna go to war
Give up and hit the floor in the cuffs
What?
[Verse 2: Psykeclops]
Mastodon slap rap
Larger than the average cat
Catastrophic cataract
Action packed packer rat
Matter of fact
Saw an unspeakable act and spoke about it
"Doubt it," they say
I never believed you anyway
A penny weight compared to boulders any day in a millenia
Didn't fret it, just took hold or
Turn my shoulders like a soldier
Grinned and bared it
Barely scared but fairly wary
Feelings in the air
Amiss with fear
And extra tears inside my glare
A shareholder would've sold it off and scoffed
But I kept my cooler full and laughed it off
Kalashnikov
Dead and spoke about it
Didn't dare it
Couldn't bare it
So I feared it like a fairy
Crossing rivers barely
Couldn't carry
All the weight upon my plate
I stayed away
I weighed my options
Either auction my soul off or a f**in' coffin
[Verse 3: mr.blankslate]
"Yeah, cuz I'm not afraid of d**h, and to me"
LOVE IS A QUESTION
Why must I try to appease and apply
The chicks that lie and make me cry
In the night with they false
Conceptions
Poisoned injections
Lectures
Poised in the textin'
Need a lesson
On your image and your message
So I grab the mic and wreck it
With a pa**ionate confession
I'll rhyme you bu*t-naked, enveloped in the session
Yeah b**h
There's no need for stressin'
Give me one chance
And the sh** you been expecting will eventually be bested
I wreck it
With one glance