[Mantis]
Mucho macho mantras make me muerte to my Medicare
Altered articulations all appeal to ample thoughts in air
Never need narcotics; nicotine nor marijuana
Talking, taking time to trash my thoughts in third grade trauma
Is it insane intellectuals that insist Illuminati?
Swelled subconscious says, "My style's so sharp. Sorry"
Factions fuel the functions; forget you if you faking
Affection for America; altercations keep Achilles aching
Now I'm necking nations; no niche like Nostradamus
Criticism can't crack cause I continue calling commas
Inquisitive ideas if I involve The Inquisition
Equal encounters eventually emasculate each eviction
Touching the top - try again - the trap is too tame
Right to recognize raw talent, but regret rain
Specific statistics are significant to the craft
Trials and tribulations take me through a treacherous path
Associate and always ask: "Are you the artist?"
Yeah...