[Verse: Mat4yo]
Listen
Sick of the enemy telling me, "Get in the back!
'Cause your kind of different is bad!
The only thing you would be good at is quitting at rap!"
I'll be spitting an image until I'm the spitting image of history's whackest rapper
Look up my diction in dictionaries to see where my picture is at
Peripheral vision's a thing of the past
You look at the pair of the eyes in the front of my head
I'm looking at you with the twins in the back
I'm off the rails, yet so connected to the track
So get back, while I'm blowing the whistle with Skitzo and Ash
And riding my victory lap
In that way, I'm a freight and you're afraid
When I step up on the stage, I get a wave of deja reve
The activity in my brain can't be contained on a page
So when I rap, I demonstrate the ways I dream when I'm awake
I'm sick of the a**umption
Look into my eyes and tell me something
Instead of hiding behind the covers
That's enough of it
You wonder why your world ain't crystal clear
It's these visual effects; they're different than they appear