KayDee - Poetic Justice lyrics

[Verse 1: Chaos] Meditating in my oasis Scribble jams till the pen break I'm little man with a big fate In Scribble Jam on the big stage Chicken scratch made masterpieces Need to master peace, before my thoughts burst Catch feelings or catch millions Just wait to see what I caught first That poetic justice, traded for Moet and hustling Never been at ease in mind Dyslexic roman through clutches Met a duchess name Isis wanna uplift an artist Gotta have an Aphrodite chef-d'oeuvre Salvador Dali Parton My french, any one who knows me wanna own my scent Sniff this pixie my only wish being only this Meet a girl who use her mind till it don't make sense This is admiral boldness, lyrical magnum opus Serial k**ing open verses this, chemical romance Regulate movement of bodies, pleasure in moving your motives I'm controlling your laughter making you perceive emotions My dopamine verses ingenuous perfected it when I wrote it I'm the Apollo embodied with Saraswati hail the songstress The throne gets it [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] [Verse 2: Kaydee "Isis The Throne"] Throw me back you won't hold me back Next thing you know they'll be throwing me racks Poetic Justice we don't trust sh** Here take the heat don't bust this Go nuts b**h on us b**h On God we don't trust sh** We on loud pack you on hush sh** We on higher consciousness Tryna go to higher continents And I can't help but contemplate And I can't help but concentrate Anticipation becomes anxiety Inside of me is animosity k**ed my generosity Took my kindness for a weakness It's been months and we still don't speak of this And my ex n***as wanna eat b**hes Wanna tweak b**hes wanna freak b**hes Wanna keep b**hes off on the sidelines I'll seek whatever my mind finds n***as wanna eat like wonton n***as on the beat like pom-poms I'm on the beat how I'm calm I'm just a ticking time bomb Only so long till I blow up Like land mines, Prince of Persia that sands of time You sinking fast that's quicksand Yes, no yo um that's a contradiction Time is still tickin' and that time is still tickin' I be that cotton for the pickin' You that n***a for the picnic f** you b**hes with a sick dick I'm cold as winter cold as Christmas I told my n***as I'ma get this May you be my witness Please I insist this See I'm eristic[?] See I don't stop work I clockwork Till d**h of designer how misery loves company Tell me what is is you want from me Don't front for me Cause I'll leave and I'll never come back And you don't want that [Verse 3:Chaos] Poems written in postmodern With a cold sickness from the oak I have Been burning out in the low fire When I die I'll be her ghost writer Me I'm ticking time bomb she be the reason I'm calm Queen on easel I've drawn, her attention to me and the smile on In break of dawn I'm awaken from the amazing song so distinguished She erase your mind with a sacred tongue, like take ya time cunning linguist Make it right, with and a pen and a pad somehow I became the taken type But I never been the one with the chains on If your an overseer then I ain't your type That's poetic justice that poetic justice Lake side with a view of the stars with nothing but dreams and seduction And if i told you that flowers bloomed in dark rooms would you trust it I'd be lying decide if you believe in truth or in trusting Believe that love isn't lust, and that truth is destruction And that 2 is a couple, just me and you equal something I never thought I was perfect or or that love always prevails So when I write my vows in time I may not write them down for real It's B.S