If more philosophers did ketamine we'd have solved the mind body problem
Think about it
I'll see you in a minute, any minute, every minute
If you sit it in your brain, I'll keep you copacetic
Never regret it, I bet I'll get beheaded or indebted
Be better if it be bout something I said it
Better be bu*tery, got beef more than a cutlery
Never see me suffering, or hand cuffing, I be stuffing
My pockets like a turkey on thanks giving, that's no bluffing
No kidding, with Pop Kitty in the city spitting
Head Spinning, itty bitty chance I'm not out witting
My competition, the partition grow with every flow I drop
Suspension tow the weight, know that I deserve a bottle pop
Or a ball to drop, when I drop this is my last call
Speaking with a drawl, cause I had too much alcohol
Kids in the hall but my brain candy is this mixtape
So much an animal, some say created on the sixth day
Fifth play through of this game you call hip hop
Stay my own lane through and through never flip flop
Piss pot-less unless I guess I get my money right
Lucky strike and known to lay to rest the best or plucky type
I been praying for religion but it ain't really workin out well
A carrier pigeon, but went and landed where the trout dwell
Feelin underwater? feelin thousands of leagues
Outdated in my methods like immortal techniques
I guess it's hopeless/ I might be the only rope-less la**o
The only time that I'm honest/ is when my momma not home
The only time that I start cryin/ when I think I'm all alone
The only time I stop smoking/ is when my cover is blown
But could you do any better/ when your sweater wear you
I guess They branded my name/ it's seems I'm tied in my shoes
I may know a few good men/ but they can't handle the truth
Like a handle of Henney/ after I've already puked
I think we can now understand in a better way, perhaps, the relation between creation and resistance. In any poetic act, there is something which resists the creation
I may know enough/ to know I don't know that much
I started trippin on the weekends/ to keep my third eye in touch
My thesis go to pieces/ I'll sign a treatise for you
Speechless when my teachers gimme burden of proof
I'm up on the roof and ran out of space for rising
My words don't know they're in lyrics all comprising
The surprisingly witty, sh**ty attempt that I give
To express my own conscious, I should manage a civ
Like Sid Meyers built empires, but I'm winning with diplomacy
Shoppin for a cause but ended up at the grocery
Twist spliff till my wrists hurt, my fingers be feelin it
Then sketch a track out always try to key and peel it
I give a spiel with zeal and hope it gain ma** appeal
I'll steal the wheel and change lanes for you on the real
Cause if I'm along for the ride then you along for rising
Of my insurrection, no protection from all of the spying
I'm on a watch list, but my watch list price above your income
I spit the sh**, I am dumping like a dumpling from your dim sum
Slick like viscosities, no stopping these velocities
Taking back the properties from those with the monopolies
Stop it please, your k**ing us, slaughtering the villagers
Chillin rust it grows, in tow we know that all our stealing jus
Stealing back k** a rack like half a case of rolling rock
Pull a Glock and fire off, stop it like the holocaust
We must look at the act of creation, as to a field of tensions stretching out between potency and impotency, to can and to cannot, acting and resisting