No-Goes

I don't know if you know this but... When you open with that, it only opens you up Pfft oh yeah, you were hoping? who knows for what? Here's a bit of education It's not very persuasive To start a pitch with "I don't know" You just sound terribly mistaken And here's a thought for you to chew on since you seem like you have none If you don't know what I know You probably ought to move along Don't waste my time trying to sell me on some shit If there's even a hint that I might know more than you, you prick And if I don't, who said I care? If no one asked then why go there? Soliciting opinions to pros like you were fit to give advice as if you dopes could ever hope to come close to those you only get the chance to witness Shit we all know you've got no life You're just drones who only benefit a system That was twisted by design since the instant it arrived It's no wonder you openly diss your betters as if the blunders of your expressions are simply protecting your jealousy of others highs while you're too afraid to try and climb Casually slick when I do this shit even when I shoot from the Hyp-notize (hip no ties) Eyes gradually fixed to hone in on the lines with ears pitched quick to de-cide If this spit is alright (all write) Hope they don't miss what's just-in(s)ight Yeah my spells are compelling [C]ome [O]bserve [M]y [P]asstimes; [E]levating [L]ike [L]evitation [I]nto [N]uances [G]ratifying I meet too many evil people who seem to keep seeking praise But I dont need to bow down learned how see through the haze (heys) Tuned out the sound of their waves So now my calendar's saved They get confused about my new routines Guess that means I'm leaving them dazed Yeah it's 2023 But I'm feeling really depleted Like I've got 2020's eyes Parasites (pair of sights) all I keep seeing To clarify, I'm terrified Of contemporary paradigms A nightmarish kind of theme Our dreams keep getting sterilized By these little blue checks Like who's next to collect extra debt To flex impressions that they're verified People seeming over-eager To have their way with bold words Clout seekers petered out to doubt speakers Made in a mold of old repeated mistakes Pace struggling just to come (cum) to terms Sick of all the gimmicks Tossing lofty proclamations Offering profit When all they've got is blank statements Some like to say that I'm tripping And I'm inclined to agree But my kind of tripping is different Since it isn't admitting defeat See my mind is uplifted A frequent flyer of higher planes Subliminal pinnacles Integral for my gain Tired of these slimy whining vibers All vying to sign (sine) like they're trying to grow a pair (grow a pear) Though too stupid do the math They don't know to cosign (cosine) uses a pair and a half If YOU'RE the baddest on the block That blocks got to have only babies, ladies wimps Take that talking for a walk go get those growing pains maybe come back home with a limp You've been confined within a box Afraid to escape the cage they gave you like you ain't got the balls it takes to break the walls of what plagues you Don't mistake how you compare to others for how you'd compare to me To say that comparison's an embarrassment Would be an understatement Can't measure up above your reach Inner states interlaced like interstates With grimmer stakes and bitter taste Base levels debased by bass pedals Trying to refrain from malevolence But the Devil's in dis-guise Mind, with lines comprised of vileness It's a violent environment Deprived of idle threats While tiny violins play a sinister hymn Yet they keep digging their graves Whole plots of hole plots Dotting most possible lanes With no way to escape But I'm not in their range So no shots that they take Are an obstacle They're simply comical little audible plays popping with snaps As I burst their bubble (w)rap Every time I make a point Herd (heard) egos were humbled fast Stumbled flat until they turned to double back at double time if death's what they seek to avoid Reminded of the ethos we've shown even before the birth of the precursors that turned into mumble rap Passed chumps who run with fads They're running laps to nowhere, fast I'd rather choose to go where facts are what's used to measure the worth of an act Even if that means I need to go it alone Than go with the flow of a whole ocean of thieves hoping in vain I won't get stabbed in the back at my own show So I practice this craft at my own home A tactic that's apt to craft its own throne Don't need to be the king of everything known Just the king of my own zone. ~Jduhb (Justin Farrow)