Dr. Quandary - What's This lyrics

Been awhile since I sat down and wrote to a beat Nowadays I'm an out of place opium freak Still bark at the moon and bite marketing dudes You will not see my album in Target this June Walked the line until I lost my mind I haven't got the time to really be an honest guy ..and that's a tricky methodology, follow me? I change names randomly to maintain sanity The medium is music, the mind is the weapon Beat is the pulse that's providing the message I leave behind in every single mind that I mess with The virus connected, like a sinus infection... Target practice, slapstick, charlie chaplin Full starving artist package, party crashing Harvard frat kids, thanks for the d** Aim for the rug, and leave that sh** stained for a month The vodka tonic got me sweating a bit Cuz you can never predict sh** when thirtyseven is ripped A dangerous brain, so no playing it safe Containing my rage, or watching what I say when I'm blazed Monkey religion is a substance addiction And I got twelve steps for recovering christians Listen - this is not a popularity contest For bitter little rich kids and arrogant potheads What's this? a message to humans with guts What's that? live crazy and do as you must How come? most monkeys are stupid as f** Why's that? bad food, music and d**> Composing with silence, provoking a riot Showing open horizons to broken appliances Not distracted with surface reactions I learned how to practice a system to see Listen and breathe to find the rhythm beneath Whatever physical meat that I live in this week Breath is a weapon, perfected my method With sentences stretching in every direction Armed to the teeth, spit sharpened and clean My tools are invisible and hard to believe Trust me, I function on nothing but weed, beats Drums and machines with malfunctioning screens ...oh seven and the spark has died So don't march in line with target signs Times have changed, we gotta redesign the game To find a way to survive until the final days so what's this?