Baba Brinkman - Induction lyrics

These riddles I write In the middle of the night Got me livin' alive With a little bit of spice I'm not a literal type So I consider it wise To deliver the hype In a critical light And minimalize The subliminal – psyche! If I'm winnin' the fight And beginnin' to thrive It's 'cause I'm not liftin' the mic And grippin' it tight To be given a prize Or fixin' my sight On a visible height To legitimatize My difficult plight 'Cause if I did then I might Just limit the size Of my physical flight And get cynical, right? Let the pinnacle rise 'Til the minute is ripe I'll give it a nice Welcome when it arrives At the end of my life When my differences, like Reciprocal sides At the edge of the knife Together unite