#kinglos

You pick the song.

I love it when people just twist me off

My energy is kalishnikovs mixed with cocktails

Malo, Tov, explosive paradoxes in language

R&R, no, stop, this flow obnoxious

And we ain't hanging

With it

We want this modernized welfare line bars,

Disguising their lynch mob mindset

I wanna rise above this system designed to hold down a social class,

Whether black, white, yellow, brown, no one gets a pass

Unless those greenbacks paved a way for you to exceed the average

The rest of us claw through this septic

Cavalier thinking get us stuck on the tragic

Searing images in our memory to test us

Whether imperial or metric

This math is easy to comprehend if you just listen for a fucking second

If I can "X" you, remove you from the equation

Treat you as an exponent,

A value I attribute to you, since you a number with no sentience,

Something faceless

What's stopping a nation from treating you the same?

I was used to this pain

After this life ripped love from my hands

Most of you wouldn't understand

Unless you've lost a parent, a friend,

Senseless, wanton, I know we mortals but sometimes I just gotta question the plan

You know what?

I'm done being cordial

Whether forthright with it or sneaking in shadows

Opening portals in your mind you stuck in some cattle

Existence but the amenities is there

So you like "omg, this is some sick shit, unique, so different!"

Scratch this.

I really need to expand my horizons

All y'all looking like flat earthers while staring into devices

That rob your mind of creative thought til you just a ball of slime, this

De-evolution ruthless, got us shooting and stabbing at the same rate we dappin' them hands

Now all we want is to ravage a man

No longer a fellow, a brother, just a sucker who bellows when we slit they throats,

The love died to the emotes

And you don't get it do you?

They stole your soul, gave you just enough so you roll feeling in control

When in reality

We all pawns to the same fallacy

And since the gen pop wanna stay in the matrix

The wolves can't separate themselves from the sheep 'cause the pen is unbreakable

We need to dig deeper, show 'em words can curb motherfuckers like the shine on the curve of a sword

Hand me any beat

I mean it any beat

Any kind, any flavor, any design

Any metronome

I'm in a zone

When inspiration strikes you need to bolt

To pen, a pad

Write this shit down before the ether swallows it back

Don't be a dolt

I'm more like the lightbulb above your favorite cartoon character:

Rarer than auroras hitting Florida

A real gift, a machination that seems more coincidental than your imagination forming your reality

We never see that because we base with

These emotions, thoughts, concepts

We only grasp the problems, rarely the true solutions

Because conflict

Is better to your brain than peace

Wanna argue with me?