(You can't feel that way. How can you feel that way? Do you still feel that way? Do you always feel that way? Is that how you feel?)

So you wanna see the message I had written? (Yuh)

Hold on a minute you didn't get it. (Huh?)

It's only relevant when I'm in it. (The present)

Authenticity's always an independent. (Go)

Problem is often it isn't finished. (So?)

So now it's confusing and your offended. (Hey)

Apology automatic appendage? (Look I just wanna say)

Before you attack it let me defend it

I don't write it for you; I write it for me

Just saying the truth through the lens that I see so

Ferme la bouche let me pen it in peace

It's a sign of my mood not a penitent piece

Picture this: "We are the Champions" Queen never had one bad day ever? (No)

Picture this: Whitney never moved on, loved him forever? (No)

Picture this: Mars "Uptown Funk" never feels down (No)

Picture this: Me on the ground bunk thinking things out. (Oh)

Oh, now you get it. What I'm feeling these days ain't represented

By what I felt in those days when I had been in

A different frame of mind using phrases that depended on the

Old news, the boo-boos, the boo-hoos, the whose fault, the gestalt, the level of salt, the level of thought and whether it clicks, and whether it's nixed; I'm quick when I'm making these

Whip it cryptic got to crack it when you're raiding these

Analytic showing masses more than data reads

Suicidal critic kill it with the Me to Mes

Not a chicken going Hamlet on soliloquies

Note on my abilities: I'm holding back

Practice for a day and then the moment is lost

I know just what you'll say, you'll be like "show me the max"

The goal is my emotion not to drop your jaws

"Show me what you got"

You lost your giant head with that request just try to follow

Lyrics make sense no sleepy or hollow

Not a ground hog, cause I don't stay on a worry

No Ichabod Crane not today Bill Murray

Getting blurry jury heard me doing dirty

All butt hurty cause my flurry wasn't flirty

Too wordy, subjects too nerdy

You misheard me, or maybe your ears are unworthy

Show you what I got set a stop clock on your wrist watch

Hear the tick-tock till the jaw drops

What do you know? He can fliggity flow but it's a mimicry show I wanna rumble when I'm doing this

Only steps above a mumble and some toony hits

Never get into the jungle of my gloomy wits

Next I'm rapping 'bout the struggle add some booty tricks

Now I'm like your lil' Pumps and Pimps

I prefer more thoughts to hoe thots

But whole thoughts get less thoughts

Don't admire me?

I show you my reality and then you just get mad at me my songs are like my diary

There's something I wanna mention

But you'll miss it no doubt

It's gonna come fast so pay attention

I'm gonna spell it out

Show you how i really like to move Heraclitus

Higher fire fueling what I do I'll ignite it

Understanding feeling in the groove, screw your remedies

Toxic stasis know your place it's dead like Parmenides

Underneath the song and rhyme and rhythm there's a time

Pardon me for having authenticity in lines

Now review the last six of mine and tell me student

What did you find?

Ooo, spelled shut up. Walk around town nose down and your butt up

What's up? Buzz up out of my biz or let the past stay back where it is

Stashed in the heart of the den

Mashed on the start of a gem

Cast on the furthest of when

Slashed with the mark of a Penn

But don't Teller lest they think it's a trick

Do you really think I like my diary nitpicked?

Obviously if you meddle I'm a psycho sick

But psychosis settles on a psycho sis who dares to call to question what's close to me chest

Watch your back little kiddie. Protect your neck

Or I swear by this mouth from which i draw my breath

Probably nothing is gonna happen because it's not that big of a deal