Welcome ladies and gentlemen, settle into my eloquent settlement / feel the benevolent, relevant rush of adrenaline / coursing through my veins / set this precedent in sediment / evidently heaven sent me to bless my brethren with intelligence / I’m an expressionist, and V.I.T.A.L. be my name / I’ve fought the wars all across domestic and foreign shores / toss the Molotovs off / realize what we’re brawling for / if all is lost, then call the cops / ‘cause MDB ain’t falling off / and Jesus Christ himself ain’t calling off this holocaust / enter the premises of your known nemesis / lyrical exorcist / I’ve been intrepid since Edison mastered the art of inventiveness / thus, rewind my soul / this be the Genesis / one with the elements / I’ve been a veteran of subjects and predicates / better than the medicine prescribed to us Americans / like good ole rock and roll / so realize the key to life is being a freer kind / instead of being in need of time, we need the time to free the mind / between the Garden of Eden and the seas was Adam, Eve, and I / redefined / to possibly apply the seed to be deified to feel alive /

Hear the tick and tock of the ticking clock in your brain / and know the time is now to take back everything from this fun house / they’ve got us trapped inside this fun house / and I ain’t taking it / blessings come in disguise and life soon leads to death / in attempts to come undone, one flew over the cuckoo’s nest in this fun house / are we all lost inside this fun house? / and I ain’t taking it /

Claustrophobia feels like getting locked in a box in a costly coma / lost in the sauce, exhausted I pause at a loss, and I fear that my cause is over / too many MCs crossing over / Hip Hop soldiers dancing the bossa nova on a tight rope over rocks and boulders from Boston to Barcelona / pragmatism, pacifism, we’re the sons of the cataclysm / and this system gives me aneurisms from it’s bad decisions / nationalism and religion / calculate it’s algorithms / add in mass derision and you’ve aptly had the vision madly / I cannot ever know why they’ve been thinking we’re dummies, not hip to the fact they’ve been pimping us out everyday of our lives, and we speak nothing of it just so we can go on in comfort / but comfort is something we’ve taken for granted / along with the rest of the planet / I know that we’re living to die, but I wanna be dying to live and bring on a change for the better in all of us / never need for testing / I’m repping this as my weapon / no harming heads who done slept in / it’s hard enough no exemptions / till we all martyred, keep my scars guarded like I’m Stellan / I’m telling you blessings always manifest in only seconds, and therefore /

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So give me this fist / lift if your pissed / in multiple different instances this isn’t a risk if we hit or we miss / we’re persist in insisting that this is business / no resistance, never cease and desist / we’re consistent in bridging the distances missed / in this twisted abyss ignorance isn’t bliss / so don’t miss the epiphany—listen to this / and know that the meaning of being a human being means believing in rhyme and reason breathed in from the day / we say / that even the heathens need redeeming for reaping the seeds in season / I’m leading this gleaming beacon / just to slay clichés / immolate it, ‘cause nature’s gone, nature’s gone / hit ‘em with the rhythm when they take me wrong / as the day is long, I’ma take them on / ‘cause I don’t wanna be a corporation’s pawn / so stay dead on and stay head strong / boy, we’re gonna shine like the rays of dawn / where the flames belong over Satan’s spawns / and it’s 2 minutes to Midnight like the Maiden song / so follow me down these corridors with you and all of yours / abhorring the war absorbed in my gourd awarded by the fallen sword / and/or it’s all the more like warrior lore when you’re hearing this orator / but I’ve been running out of options, ‘cause they’ve taken my morals Lord / them wanting a war /

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And if I’m off my rocker than lock me in an asylum for idolizing the demigods who fell like the Nephilim / and though, if I could only just hear myself, I’d plead you come and help me turn all of these voices off please…