Infinite Reincidence

I started writing this at 5:48pm - it's 6:48pm. Enough said. @rapfame_official @rapfame_ar_team @rapfame_rewards @rapfame_contests @rapfame_tournament @rapfame_innovation [Lyricals] Can't go off tossed and just lose my head, Got a whole lotta thoughts that I ain't even said, Got a soul full of songs and a mind full of dread, But I still put the pen to the page instead! Imminent, immobile, iconic isotope, I'm the type to make a tightrope outta lines and hope, Intense is the Pope, Intense is the joke, Intense is the soap that I'm sliding on the slope! Intense is the shampoo, the conditioner, Intense is the body wash, the bars are prisoners, Inverted a flow that'll leave you feelin' sinister WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? MY BRAIN'S IN TERVENIN' In a vent—HOPE! In a sentence—NOPE! In a sense, I wrote Every word I spoke! Wait, fore— (INDESCRIBABLE AUDIO) WHAT THE FUCK DID INTENSE JUST WROTE?! WHAT THE FUCK DID INTENSA WRITE?! WHERE THE FUCK DID ALL THIS HYPE IGNITE?! DID I BIRTH THIS BEAST IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT?! OR DID THE BEAT JUST GIVE MY BRAIN A MIC?! THIS IS JUST ME! MY GLORIOUS FIGHT! HOW YOU MOVIN' G'S?! THIS INTENT ALRIGHT! I'M NOT MOVIN' G'S, I'M NOT MOVIN' HUNDREDS OF G'S, I'M MOVIN' UP P'S— O-U-N-D-S! Well, not so much anymore, Now that my sun has set, Got a son to protect, Can't afford to lose my head! Used to chase the bag, Now I'm chasing what matters, Tryna gather all the pieces While the whole world shatters! Got a little man watching, I can't teach him to fold, Gotta show him how to stand When the weather gets cold! I ain't rich, ain't famous, Ain't got shit to flaunt, But I'll give that boy a world That my pockets say I can't! See, the difference is— I ain't finished, I'm fatigued, Got a million-dollar mind Within' a twenty-dollar week! Got a billion-bar brain, But the bills don't breed! Plus rent don't give a damn If your rhyme scheme's elite! So I'm writing through the wreckage, Every sentence a stitch, Tryna sew together life While I'm digging out the ditch! Intense is the Pope, Intense is the hope, Intense is the joke That the broke man wrote! Intense is the soap— WASH THE DOUBT AWAY! Intense is the smoke THAT I DON'T CHASE TODAY! Intense is the rope— NAH, THAT'S A LINE I WON'T TAKE! Intense is the road THAT I'M BUILDING WHILE I BREAK! Intense is the father, Intense is the fight, Intense is the reason I still write through the night! Intense is the problem That the problem can't solve, I'm a walking contradiction With a rhyme for it all! I can make a word work Till the word needs work, Make a verb do a backflip Till the damn thing gets hurt! Make a noun pronounce itself, Make a vowel lose its voice, Make a dictionary look at me AND REGRET ITS FUCKING CHOICE! I'm linguistically twisted, Statistically gifted, Got a tongue so ballistic That the syllables enlisted! Consonants are convulsing, The vowels are revolting, The punctuation's jumping 'Cause the whole damn page is jolting! Pardon my expression— I'm expressing my pardon, I'm departing from the garden With a pardon from my pardon! Wait— Did I just pardon my own pardon? Is this wordplay or a word-playground Where the words ain't even guarded?! I started with a sentence, Now the sentence needs a sentence, Got a sentence doing time For excessive reincidence! REINCIDENCE?! THAT AIN'T EVEN A WORD! BUT IT SOUNDS SO RIGHT THAT I DON'T GIVE A BIRD! I'm inventing inventions In the middle of mention, Got an intervention pending For my verbal suspension! Somebody call a doctor— No, a dictionary! Tell the whole damn library That the pen's gone contrary! 'Cause I don't write bars, I write barcodes, Scan my damn flow— WATCH THE WHOLE TRACK EXPLODE! But don't scan my pockets, There ain't shit to redeem, Just a father with a pen And a head full of dreams! And if all I leave behind Is a name and a beat, Let my son hear the truth In the words that I speak! Intense is the Pope. Intense is the hope. Intense is the joke That refuses to choke! Intense is the soap. Intense is the scope. Intense is the man Who still believes there's a rope— NOT TO HANG FROM— A BRIDGE TO CLIMB! A REASON TO WRITE! A REASON TO TRY! A reason to stand When the world's saying sit, A reason to smile When you ain't got shit! I'm not moving G's, I'm not moving hundreds of G's, I'm moving up P's— PEN! PAPER! PATIENCE! PERSISTENCE! PARENTING! PURPOSE! PUSHING THROUGH DISTANCE! Pounds? Nah, pounds of pressure That I'm turning to presence, Turning pain into pages— THAT'S INTENSA'S INVENTION! Now rewind that shit— Wait, don't rewind the beat! Rewind the whole damn mind That put these words on repeat! 'Cause I came in with a phrase, Now the phrase has a family, And the family tree's growing Like a linguistic calamity! Imminent, immobile, Iconic isotope— I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT IT SOUNDS FUCKING DOPE! (INDESCRIBABLE AUDIO) ... WHAT THE FUCK DID INTENSA WROTE?! WHAT THE FUCK DID INTENSA WRITE?! ... Oh. I think I might've done it again.