retribution.mp4 (Or: the art of getting even in an odd world)

I'm sick of feeling giddy for you bitches, too dense

Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents

I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense

I'm been feeling fearless

Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench

Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion

Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc

Settling with these rations

The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman

Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing

Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat

Held this shit captive on a leash, so I had to get this shit leased

Bitch, I'm a beast

Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved

By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist

Replenish my inner winner

A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence

I felt pride in my destruction

My pain is my strongest weapon

Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions

Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle

Shudder from the sweating

Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction

That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance

Intents so pure while the scent of words burn

Through the pleasure, I still yearn

F-F-Flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol

Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled

All the information until I become a know it all

Every verse you've heard from me is unique cause I wrote em all

Overall, I'm really just neat, shit is cold and raw

Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve

Like my hatred won't resolve cause I fuckin' hate you, bitch

This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball

F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant

From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend

I'd try killing for a deeper purpose

Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders

Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul

Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming"

C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking

I've been sinking in the deep end

Day to day, I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, fuck a paystub

Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take

I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace

Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based

W-W-Wake up everyday with tension

I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment

A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in

Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin

B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been

Shit reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip

On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin

Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win

Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles

I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals

Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle

T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical

I felt pride in my destruction

My pain is my strongest weapon

Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions

Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle

Shudder from the sweating

Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction

That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance

Intents so pure while the scent of words burn

Through the pleasure, I still yearn

I felt pride in my destruction

My pain is my strongest weapon

Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions

Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle

Shudder from the sweating

Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction

That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance

Intents so pure while the scent of words burn

Through the pleasure, I still yearn