EiBE - Poisonous Poetry lyrics

Verse: Pause Regurgitation's a**imilation inside the simulation that we haven I'm sorry, Edgar Allan got me Raven, bout the Poe Misbehaving, chasing cravings at my chamber door Ravening bout the cravings a Wes Craving, may-be portrayed Always understating the overstatements of innovation Them your inner Satans just contemplating to keep you caged in… The Daze But In These Days in Time My mind finds rhyme at the oddest of times It's the hardest of times, for the artists to shine When the art is to shine, by blinding your kind With the lies in your rhymes Ill and deceitful is the truth in all people We're all born good, just the music is evil We all ain't hood, but the chains are the steeple Defining "What's Good" as the phase we speak through (My n***a, n***a) // Back ta packing a mack in the back affirming action A clever Pun for those similacing , this verbal macking A Nazi faction of factious habits, these verbs inhabit So my Peter's rabid, when chasing cabbage, these hoes is having Making me that Silly Rabbit ,when chasing tricks So I Kick Game like Pele , trying to get ta the hat trick Fit pain ta havoc, Spitting Hatterish Madness Down the Rabbit-Hole, swallow mathematics to add cents Which accents, my 96 accent Cause It was written, D'evil's 'll make you Blasphemous And Mos Def the auditorium is ecstatic, b**h Cause when I spit good music is the consequence Contemplating such condensation as Common Sense Composed compendiums of nomenclature, consonances Consequently the conversation's a dollar Poisonous poetry proposed by Pimp Scholars Repeat x2 What it is/ You Know, They Know What it is/