Quiet Riots

just a vessel created for the stressful to be treated as lessful to be stressed mo than to be needed less than more less and less more more and more stress allows the distressedness i must confess then so i confess this I'm the complexity inside of the complex too complex to complete the complex complexes that puts the hex's on all expectament mo knowledge than a C.D. "com" disc I think up the shit nobody ever thinks about the type of shit to make you be like um shit. don't need no gun shit got lyrics coming off of my tongue quick Y'all bitches be way too spun and shit so stop it miss ma'am and slow it down for a slight bit y'all run too quick always on the go looking for the dope bet she out there sucking dick looking all tired and wired time for you to lay it down & expire no denying I'm a lyrical sire coming with the cipher to decipher every cypher that's mentioned in the quote unquote " a hyphon" as I use these hyphons to widen every lyrical letter in the alphabet leaving it unwinded untimely I'm timing they're coming with riots, uninvited, I got forever knowledge kind of like the Mayans like the archangel Michael i don't be joking I ain't talking about the Bolton lightning crashes see when the bolts hit turbulence and highvoltage lightning comes in many different striking types yea? and and it doesn't take all that much common sense to notice that's the fire inside instead is steadily burning cross from the sky hitting you leaving you smoking John Travolta steadily scopin where all the bolts is, with these bolt cutters opening up every single closure that be steadily closing who was chosen who Rose from the grave and is still the one and only the holy of all holies holy moly I'm not all that much of a holy rolly but I sure do thump the Bible my revivals I have to decide them pick your battles and choose your losses maybe youll win sometimes when you lose you just might win my friend but every now and again sometimes when you win you may just lose time and time again I guess that's just the balance my friend in which we live to balance the ends where ends don't really meet at the ends even though you're given life you're not promised life but you're promised death in the end but the truth is night after night day out and Day in people die as babies in the womb are being born in this here gi-ganta-nor-mous world that we live in every single second every single minute every single hour as we're blinking or when we're thinking now let that sink in breaking the chains to my spirit I'm bit surprised you can't hear them clinking there's no more links in it to hold me back from everything preventing my every move or every attempt when the ends don't meet because the ends ain't meeting out of commission certain people from a certain division be on a mission trying to defamate my image I'm color blind shit everybody should always have the same privilege to get whatever they're trying to get when the government is always taxing your digits leaving you left with pennies democratical Democrats they be demons that be teaming poli-ticking and lynching always in action always trying to take the bigger half in the bigger fraction leaving you cracked in when you're back in the corner with your back bent to come and stab you off in your back as they call You Friend they say that we the people but we the people keep getting feeble and still stuck living life between the lines and under the all seeing eye as for me and a whole lot of others I know we ain't blind but some of us are trying to lead the way when they can't see with their eyes even though they're not literally blind but they still fall in line because they don't mind they trust their government way too much so when the radicals come to show them otherwise its gonna blow their minds as they come to take their lives leaving them to die at their own demise spillin their blood can You feel the high rise of the Mile high club bub I done seen enough see me as i ride hands on the wheel as i glide alone as I ride riding around in the middle of the night like im in the midnight dub got way too many things on my mind so its a must smoking on ah "get right" blunt just hold the bus don't try to front I might just kriss kross your ass and make you jump jump just know that you look dumb trying to stunt stunt