With Shit Like This, Who Needs Drugs?
If a pen is mightier than a sword what's a wood pencil to a dagger?
By the way, I'm way more wack than your favorite rapper
I grasp skill and capture all different kinds of Caspers
Ghosts and goats alike, whose got the most?
Oh pastor, I was locked in a corner, honestly contemplating calling a coroner
Borderline phobia of borders disorder, so morbid
So sordid in my nature, like i had corvid in my nomenclature
That's crows, ravens, magpies, stellar, blue, and two jays
Basic and simple and it amazes me how amazingly difficult writing simply can be
That's why i rep Death Squad, in a pack, I'm a murder
Not about to sugar coat it, and this is not sherbert
And I'm not so sure but, the last time you assured me
There was no need to worry, no hurry,
Let's make it clear, not slurry
You were gone before it even got blurry
And i get so sick, so done with the dumb shit
Your drama ain't a parliament and i won't be a part of it
And i get so drilled, so slim with the ill-willed
You're not building a parliament, and I am not a part of it
Maybe you can tell me what the problem is?
Cuz I'm lost and my major was politics
Mind you my minor was smiting pints of hard cider
But nowadays between dreams and daydreams i can't decipher
Its now clear, it's all a mirror, and truly what is within will appear
As above, so below, told in times of old
From better days in antiquity
Wishing i could step back in the past and remember what it meant to me
Back in the past infinity I've been flirting with divinity
Conversations would swirl and curl around curvy curse words like cursive swords in a sheath
I'm like a meat cleaver in the sheets, tearing it up like how i am at the seams
So obscene, when i pass, cast me in the seas,
So please if you will serve an ear to my plea
The only way to succeed is if we secede
It's not treason, its tearing down tyranny
They can't tax me if they don't represent me
And i get so sick, so done with the dumb shit
You're drama ain't a parliament and i won't be apart of it
I get so heated, real down with some dark feelings
I'll share you a secret, they will never defeat us
Twojays, how'd you get so fucking smart?
Probably those demons shaking my bed in the dark
In my young, in my youth, no tools but my own truth
My brain was delivered in bits and pieces in pickle jars
As a gift given by bitter, wicked women with fickle hearts
And i know its hard, to stay warm in the winter,
but this year i won't settle for less than the winner
Or maybe biggest loser cuz beggars can't be choosers
Fuck your fame, fuck your fortune
I lost the game, no thanks to 4chan
Pulled pour overs, or rain pouring on a poor man
Sure fire plans fell through, they never last
You wrote em looking out for only your own ass
And that's why i passed, running laps around your lapses
In judgement, while I'm taste testing fine grasses
My brains like a pocket full of a thousand hits of acid
Dose your whole town, who would've known i was a lab kid?
Probably from a past life, well look how the time flies
What the guns did for the war, the press did for the mind
Fuck our history, light it up, leave it all behind
Be blind, we'd still find the meaning of life
Twojays, wizard of blizzards, sage of ages
Kicking it with lizards, cool knights, warm pages
We need some scrying candles, herbs with the fragrance
I need a sage and two different kinds of sages
I'm insane, teeter-tottering on a sadist
I'm just saying, someone knows where my blade is,
It'll come back, no need to chase it...
They think it's missing so they're singing praises
That's what they'll be aimed at their ribcages
Somebody better snap a picture of their faces.