The lonely writer
The only viper in a room of spiders
Spraying venom from my pen
Then pick a spot I use to snipe her
The game that is, created it like my name was Tyler
Wait, take it back like the Furious Five or
Grandmaster Flash scratching at the purest vinyl
These dirty words bury cyphers
Turn idols into Miley Cyrus
I'm like a virus, you Con Air, I mine for Midas
They're hyphey, I am lightspeed
I hurry through miles
They're interns and I'm Fishburne with the Furious Styles
Turning circles into spheres, three-dimensional
Leave conventional at the door with the key to regular
See the pendulum
Swing back in the ring and beat competitors
This ball of mercury is worth the heat to reach the temperature
I need to make changes
And shape veins with my own artistry
Hit every known target
When I flow arteries so remarkably
With a blood flow like this no wonder why it's hard to sleep
On any regular schedule
My pen's a vessel that might start to leak
....
Words were like numbers when I wrote them on the white pad
The scribe scrambling not apt to kick a freebie
Back in my younger days I wanted to be the white Shad
All I'm concerned about now is being the me, me
Easier said than done, In my head I've already won
Jumped the gun in anticipation of what?
If there was a gun to my head
What am I to do, run?
The sum of all fears
All tears dried by the sun
It's unreal like SonReal when it lights up my visage
Taking pictures when I rap, call me the spitting image
I'm sure the keys to change are jangling in my brain
Charlie Bucket with his golden ticket dancing in the rain
Never giving the keys to the everlasting gobstopper
But give a f** if I'm on god's roster
I do odd jobs for
Foster parents of creativity who are really free
The third person to turn in his version of the trilogy
Spurning the hurt, pushing it to the limit, he
Turned his favourite number sideways
And saw infinity
Infinity
Finity