With a demon

I'm possessed

Steady scheming like a vet

Nah, you'll never see me coming

And I'm aiming atcha neck

Atcha neck, yo

Aiming atcha neck

Lowly villain

When I kill em

All I'm reaping is a debt owed

Braggadocio leaking out the nose

Symptom of a sickness to which you have been exposed

Never with the rest of the pack

Put 'em in a cast with a trap

All I do is widen the gap

Yah

All I do is widen the gap

Part of a better design

Student with too many lines

Keeping the party sublime

By passin' 'еm out

I leave 'em dеvout

“Speak to me, preacher

I'm outta hope

Gimme a hitta your finest dope

I need a hint 'o that heavenly high

Feelin' deprived. I'm gonna die

Show me your mercy or be my demise.”

Punchline of the joke:

No time for your broke ass

I'm bored of the course that we're on it's a source of my chronic

Compulsion to launch into sickly linguistic figments

Insisting I've got the truth in this three dimensional suit

Not just drifting in viscous moments, eroding

Hopeless, encoded by faulty cultures

Slow motion imploding

Holding my breath

To keep the dust out the chest

I'm fucking frozen with stress

Petrified

I testify that I won't compromise

But can't deny my core impulse

To hide behind a kind of nonchalance

Supported by oppressive forces

When divorced from an endorsement

By the portion of the public I've been tryna serve

Maybe need to reevaluate the means with which I try to purge

The evil from the root

Demon from the coup

Beat the boss and lead us into detox from his indoctrination

Lost my patience long ago, which complicates the conversation

Heed the wise and don't divide but try to find a common concentration

Leave the ego at the door to lead the people through discourse

And set the scene for something more than

Recreation of the former situation