Mr. Boston Beatdown - Loose Scripts. Pt. 3 (The Educated Ink) lyrics

Severe adversity with my verses Reversing curses they lurking behind them curtains you working You searching person for personal perseverance on clearance My dearest you rented fear in a fabricated appearance Revitalizing the logic lodging the optics, I'm toxic, toppling topics The tonic inside the chronic The black kid with college ecology With the Leo astrology Philosophy Socrates That knowledge inside of me That be feeding economies That be breaking the poverty I base it off my degree I'm educated, hated because I made it The basics of what I'm laying is mentally simulated I pen articles remarkable, the partial particles Part of my soul that be loading audible arsenals I'm not rapping, I'm cataloging and blogging often, when I'm walking my spirits it gets to talking I'm tossing the opposition a composition of proper spitting That systematic equation of what the authors kicking I'm digging deep within the mental crates, collaborate I motivate and dominate the hate to escalate the slate The editorial time splitter The radical rhyme ripper Miraculous, miracle, mind mister Forget the names, I know I glisten But tension, flips the script when people vocalize they voice but never listen The train of thought is off I've come across the trough The arrogance that's recorded inside them work of art From the gravel, I grapple shackles of spoken babble and travel astral to battle the demons within my castle I'm Leonidas on reefer mixed with Vegeta on ether My final flash is the visuals of the reaper I'm sick as hell, sick as Cell with sickle cell My show and tell is a novelist showing his broken shell