Obsolete

Open a window and close the air vents
 And if your lucky than you'll miss the glass and crack your neck on the blacktop
 Time mad foolery invaded rap stock
 While I bury words in soil, reaping cash crop
 You had a laughingstock and I'll lead you to the slaughter
 An example of how to treat men if I ever have a daughter
 Puff after puff, exhale after inhale
 Rush after rush, re-up after next sale
 And that's my life and at times I'm probably dreaming
 Cause this race is a figure-eight, no deviation from weaving
 Webs are worse for heads with precision of arachnids
 I'm a mattress, I'm stroking my pen just for practice
 Night after night, spawns visit my bedroom
 To confirm the fact that the roses would be dead soon
 Surface intestinal fortitude with a red spoon
 And damned to the evening as the moon is fed bloom
 Yo the circle keeps me laughing loud
 About how the clitoris within your disposition is projected outward
 Got a crowd of mother-figures, got a lot of love to give ya
 As I sift through the under-nurished gift
 "Welcome to the show, Sir, no Sir, no guest list
 Unless your girl is down to wash my hair and make me breakfast"
 As reckless as it smells, it's a long way from Hell
 And there it is until I run out of thoughts to sell
 Fell from a tornado of fire
 The perpendicular lung collapsed from trying to inflate the tire
 The robots go nuts when all the donuts they roll
 They can't handle the speed, money, slow down some
 All around the globe I hear the whisper of the pussy-whipped
 Might be more than content just to sit and look at it
 Born from Atmosphere, raised on Prince
 If life was a snare, y'all would flinch
 I believe duck-walkers
 Whose waddling with a following an inconspicuous scumbag bitch images
 Sort-of sons of society are similars who can't tell the country folk from the villagers
 "They all got guns and jerk to the same pin-up girls"
 I've found from now on I'm the kid who only put out what you haven't slathered in capital fat??
 It's like when I cuddle in the crease
 It takes more than a fanbase to mandate the bliss disperse and earn the peace
 I can feel it
 I know that stiff industry whiling while they got you riding dirtbikes on some "I want my two dollars" shit
 Pressure, at least until justice is served
 I'mma bust the straight and narrow till the motherfucker curves
 Circle with nostalgia?? crooked on the way out
 I'll be the king-style following writing off violently cocked-back to painting a beautiful picture like Mr. Adolf Hitler sucking cock for crack
 Life is living in a prison, where?
 Daylight just a vision, it's cold in here
 Spending time in the hole, made to listen to strings of other MC's
 Caged in rhythm, slaves to rhythm
 For my favoritism, oh my plagiarism
 So I close my eyes, hoping to find escapism
 And fade away from the games played at least for a moment
 But dreams of my opponents that I notice
 Whom I violated, eyes focused
 Slide into my lab after my eye closes
 Like locusts
 Leaving even quicker than they came
 Abandoning my field of dreams for a bigger name
 With all my strength I'm defending my flickering fame
 Adrenaline allows me to ignore the feeling of pain
 And front like I'm winning the game
 Yes, adrenaline allows me to ignore the feeling of pain
 And front like I'm winning the game
 Desperately searching for a pattern in the puke-green stains
 That indicate the amount of miles remaining on this tour
 Eyes occasionally bouncing back to the radio clock
 Keeping track of the minutes swallowed as we speed the shore
 I can't seem to wrap my mind around any kind of of order
 The signs randomly pop up giving 20 miles left, 8 miles left
 I imagine when I once stepped on it
 Now it stays ahead of me, planting the signs secretly leading me to death
 Oh, Jesus hidden Christ in a lunchbox
 I really am schizophrenic, a friend once told me he could see it in my handwriting
 My whole life I told readers it's just because the road was too bumpy
 And the bulb above my head didn't give off enough lighting
 So why am I still on this highway, accelerating, striving for a home
 Knowing there's no end to this street?
 I should stop driving right now and just sit here
 Cause when it stops what I actually did will be obsolete