Patterns - Intellectual

[Intro]

I try to watch where I'm going, can't raise my eyelids

I try to hear what they're saying but it's silent

So I just go by instinct, hope I'm in sync

And I encourage everyone else to try this

I'm designed to rewind ahead of time behind the present

Defined the sublime, the deadlines keeping me guessing

You'll find that I shine, it's your bedtime cuz I'm the Crescent

Rely on thе mind, I said rhymes and learned my lеssons

Adolescents complain, I leave stains when I say raps

Like amateur janitors with empty canisters of Ajax

I need to take naps before my brain snaps

Or I'ma go lay flat across the train tracks

The plain fact remains that I'm psycho, might go ballistic

And erase any trace the human race ever existed

The cleverest infant, that kid kicking misfit shit

Satan's spawn since I'm sick, sick, sick

Part Indigenous, part venomous, part hypnotist

So you don't wanna get with this as if I had syphilis

A tad different, I'm not in it for the money

So I'm not spoken for like ventriloquist dummies

I open doors or close minds without leaving my quarters

Cuz I'm a writer, giving biters eating disorders

I'm reaching forward so I can hold everything hostage

Then drop shit like eating sloppy joes with chopsticks

The plot thicks, the clock ticks, I watch this apocalypse

Sending dropkicks to those who mock this with nonsense

Honest, this sentence is fatter than the abdomen

Of Richard Simmon's women on missions to raid the kitchen cabinet

There's something in my brain that I just can't contain

Searching for an explanation, only found myself to blame

So I'ma send a battle rhyme to all the critics

With lots of pictures and big letters so hopefully they get it

And when they get it, they take a minute and read it

And by the time they're finished, they actually start to believe it

I'm yelling carpe diem just to seize the day

It's kinda hard to see, could you lead the way?

There's something on my chest that I need to say

To ease the pain, I'll never be the same