I reform from cause, I'm use to having nothing.
I undress the dictionary swiftly, leaving pages blushing.
I'm high on this adrenaline,
Taking bars to beats like popping pills amphetamines.
Bringing all this and more for reason,
Igniting fires, this pen is kerosene.
A true magician
I'm apparition
Obsessed condition
A contradiction
Part premonition
A default state.
The gift of owning nothing you have all the world to gain.
Swerve this whip cause I'm driving in the wrong lane.
I would say I'm going crazy,
But it's too late, I've been insane.
Done that.
What the fuck is the point?
Opposing for opposition's sake will only disappoint.
Impede my limitations now I'm drowning in the need.
I have Satan whisper all my punchlines
Because I never learned to read.
I've always been dyslexic,
Yet I'll never take defeat.
I exceed.
Golden with the mind set, when I'm gripping on this mic.
Revenging on the empire whenever it's I strike.
I'm bad trouble.
I'll slap you with this verse, then I'll come back for a cuddle.
Now I'm running laps, all up in your head.
You're tripping.
Hallucinations started when I began the spitting.
Conceding.
Diabolical mess.
I dis-stress
Now digress
Fatigue runs never in my voice
If I had to take a break from this it was only out of choice.
Like a Rolls Royce
Shifting up these gears with death right by my side.
My flow's as impeccable as the rhythm in this track.
Put my subconscious to rest whenever I recite
Then I'll murder my ego and I'll do it outta spite.
Self inflicted pain is the only pain I like.
Dive down the precipice
14 years later I crawl out confused asking
What year is this?
With a vengeance, a pen, and a pad.
Scorched from hell, red face like it's a fad.
Ride my board down fifth avenue
Lips parched, while my head is missing screws.
If you think I look distraught
That's just my resting dick face.
Now look at me. New and improved
After two decades, I thought you'd be amused.
You all missed The Hermitt,
And you didn't even know it.
If you hadn't heard of me before, you'll be sorry you condoned it.
Brush my shoulders off,
Scoff. While I tame your stereo.
I've been to hell and back
Now my penmanship is thorough.
I've always been dyslexic, yet I'll never take defeat.
I exceed.
Golden with the mind set, when I'm gripping on this mic.
Revenging on the empire whenever it's I strike.
I'm bad trouble.
Slap you with this verse, then I'll come back for a cuddle.