Capital Z - Thinking lyrics

I refuse to be average But I got the meanest flow My modes switch quick as my moods and my habits Time is the temptress that swoons on the mattress My mind is the gimp that drools for her a**ets A shrine for her victims, a tool she can access A sign of the limits that can prove problematic But a kind of invention too useful too grasp it Chance is the question, either it's Divine intervention or "ooh well it happens" The rhyme is the litmus that chooses the faction Or kind of the prison that you will inhabit The soul is the positive groove of the magnet The world is the negative that's used to attract it Whether you're a Zues or a maggot Know you are prone to the noose in attic It's waiting for ya It's almost like its safer in the basement for ya The world has been tainted for ya Living life in the fast lane, your will has turned to blazing rubber, take another I'm walking on the sun, bare footed The irony: it's not that hot Yesterday, I went to the moon, guess what It turned out it was really just a big fat rock We're told that the sky is the limit but What does being told there's a limit give us I can't believe people even listen to this stuff Myself included, isn't it enough That we're tricked into loving the hand that doesn't feed us And nitpicking trust worthy people that believe in us Keep it up and they'll have us on our knees for the Rest of our lives till they're no longer needing us Being six feet deep and unappreciated Unremembered, that's like my biggest fear Some revel in being disconnected Me, I'd much rather be blissfully aware Cause even when ignorance is bliss You're ignorant to your bliss, listen here If you'd rather not know cause it's safer You might as well be hearing impaired Something you might want to sit down and think on Is the exact reason why you don't know what's happening Is it because you purposely choose to Or is something in your brain being tampered with One thing I've never been big on Is having an opinion on every single thing I hear about Sometimes I just want to watch on and plot on Stop looking into the gla** and pull the mirror out [Chorus] Lately I've been thinking bout the Things I want to be the one To change and I want my name on it Whenever it's done Lately I've been thinking bout The fame that I could gain this From being preachy and Claiming that fame ain't important I'm Insolent, indolent Indulgent, and ignorant To what I say but I still Speak it with avid conviction Seeming like I have a mission Honestly that is my mission Pa**ive, submissive, vapid Timid, a tad bit dismissive Add all those up and you will Find for sure that that's the sign Of a cowardly, confused, and Lost yet average mind Lately I've been thinking bout the People that I'm judging when I turn my nose up at their actions But how different Am I when I turn my nose up at Other people's lives Sometimes acting like you care becomes The trouble in disguise Could cold indifference actually ever be enough? Don't know but Lately I've been thinking about the fact that I think to much