[Verse]

Now let me take you for a ride in my train of thought

One time for your mind, 'cause my brain is lost

I'm insane when I rhyme, lines razor-sharp

So stay away from the mic, or I'll fillet you, dawg

And nowadays, rappers say the same things in songs

"Gold chains, weed ablaze, chase babes, and cars"

Do your thing, but I can't relate to y'all

'Cause I only chase broads with serrated saws

And only thing I'll set ablaze is your grandma

And use chains to restrain the dame to the damn wall

And I drive a white van with a mask on

In that case, I do relate to your stupid-ass song

I'm not one to take a nap on; keep your lamp on

Or I'll sneak in through your backyard into your pad, dawg

Kill your mom, sister, dad, all y'all and your damn dog

Better build a rampart if you don't listen to my rap songs

I mean, let's be honest, my bars are the bomb, man

Got feds watching the shit that I spit

Thinking my mind is connected to ISIS

But I'll stand behind my bars like I'm already a convict

So when you hear my voice

Turn it up, I deliver like a pizza boy

I'm authentic, I'm the motherfucking real McCoy

Put my shit on repeat, and keep repeating like Marina Joyce

(Get it? Cause you know she always repeat-...oh, fuck it. Never mind)

Just take notice that I'm making motions

Like a train, but with way more loco motives

Rose up from a broken home with

No one but my chode and lotion

I'll take the mic you're holding

From right under your nose, man

And set alight the whole damn crowd below me

Cause my flows explosive

The kid who used to write poems

At school, in class, who can't focus

And a heart so cold, it grew frozen

Had a gift that no one had noticed

Cause nobody seemed to know him

And every word he said was unspoken

It was written in an old notepad

And now you hear it through your headphone jack

And now, people wanna say they know me

Oh, now foes wanna claim we're homies

Now you stuck-up bitches wanna bone me

"Bros" turned phony, hoes just horny

It's funny, things changed when I started rhyming

Chicks doing what I say, and my name ain't even Simon

Hashtag Jersey Devil Cypher contest

And, by the way, my name is conscience