To insanity and beyond who think I was Buzz Lightyear
Do coke and a drink a beer, not many fucks were given when I was riffing
Tripping over these gnomes like clones getting bones
My normalcy isn’t based on my sanity
I’ve been incorporated my vanity
Given trips like land mines
Get landed on minds
Driven spikes through spines
I’m ripping in flows leave out cold smelling nature odor
Nigga that’s pine sol get cha iron bro
Wack-a-doodles get etched into concrete
Bomb beats trumpet these pump kicks
My reeboks be kicking off these Nike socks
When I rock clocks get broken like captain hook
No shots I rolling fingers in the hoop
When iZombie you manipulated zygotes
Get hypnotized by how I write it out loud
Get allowed in my crib get dusted with cha lids half off
Drafting scripts that Spielberg might wanna direct
I ain’t no Seinfeld I don’t make darts about nothing
I speak it like stairs be creaking at cha mama’s crib
This isn’t just a verse I curse you with no mojo
Get ported to another planet fighting like War World
Decapitating you like Skull Girls, don’t need pearls
I’m an inferno when you make me go Sheepish
You ain’t peeping this with diction I be kicking
Everything be non-fiction when I rip it
Tear it down like a demolition team
Edge you asking “Why So Serious”
Asking me how I write these bars
Nasty when I’m drafting from a darkroom
my photography doesn’t need no apathy
always appraised for empathy but I’m blunt as fuck
and straight forward as something that DOOM would say
I don’t need no adlib when I stay with quality as Kweli