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(Chorus)
I was hopin that youd open up maybe your mind
Just try to stop that box of thoughts and maybe youll find
There is more to life than what you thought before this sign
Second guessing your perception each and every time

Institutionalized from a young age
necessary preparation to pave the way to make me a sage
but now im all grown up trying to in this society with this awareness
man im totally fucked but its okay
I laid the track long enough to belay
the accumulation of my past present and future mistakes
after all the years of confusion the end result
a memory that doesnt exist but i feel like its not my fault
cause the list of excuses goes on and on but id rather not prolong the song
doesnt matter anyways this verse is cursed not because its the worst
its just the first who knows if these words will ever be heard
so heres your chance listen closely and observe youll learn
plenty tricks of the trade in this mind state that you cant fake
i take your attention to manipulate the energy
to power the origin of my ways
its lesson i spit with ease but youre stress
just relax your tension through my presence tolls a tax
your back is in need of an inspection
the results are that you are in need of a correction of my invention
I must lay you flat on your back to rid you of your whack rap
snap your back to be exact squeeze until i hear a snap
increase the pressure to bring the sensitivity to the max
and thats only the beginning of my attack

(Chorus)

Lyrically equipped to strip what youve fixed this fascade that you spit
cause your momma told you that you were the shit just forget
everything that you heard, in my word, its absurd but to be observed
cause I know a lot that you could learn
I burned one down woke up in the underground
Where actual substance in music through the lyrics is found
each and every thought translates into a nerve chemical compound
thus neurological stimulation provided the channel for this sound
inextricable beats placed with precision my production is profound
raise the consciousness of the nation everytime I open my mouth
embrace the power of manifestation creative expression through sound
overbearing excessive echos just to help me be loud
unwind the timeline as it dissipates i cover it with a shroud
but with death comes life as I ignite my productive sense of self to express my might
I fight with myself to regulate the release of my spite but sometimes I find that it crosses the line

(Chorus)