Kill Screen a.k.a. Steve Wiebe

By Jean Grae

On Gotham Down Deluxe

Released on October 5, 2013

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This is rebel shit - Mojave rock

Got polyglots, who'll molly whop you 'til your body pop

I'm never sick, when my temperature drop, it's 7 Up

105.6 hell, praise the rock

I ain't a savior, just your neighbor like amazing Peter

Minus the spider bite, the webs, the Aunt and Uncle neither

But save the reasoning, the need to tuck the dynamite

To even up the nonbelievers

Man humble season was cool, sure

Now I'm seeing North Shore faces, are y'all sure

Turn around and walk four paces

I'll walk forth five, y'all 86'ed in all cases

I'm the figure 8 sideways, always ageless

Y'all in the club aimless, blind, spades shit

My time and space mix, record a rhyme on spaceships

You way behind like you caught a ride on a slave ship

I'm the modern anomaly, brazen Amelie, faceless

Representing the basement, raised up, cage less

Limitless, reminiscent of rapists

Boundaries, got none; rock, paper, shotgun

Achtung, baby not an A.D.D 80's baby I'm not from

Rated G catering eras

I was the type of New Yorker rhyming at night in the park

And hiding a knife in the hair and even though Mama was careful

I would be fighting so often, finding the light in dark

Was time and just life in the mirror

Reflection infinite, Escher

In the end, we are who we are, Ke$ha

Late night dive bar, sipping on a vesper

I'm Bond and the villain in one time bomb, test her

Dressed mismatch like confederate soldiers

Told ya best to think fast, this level is over

I'm going for the kill screen, fistful of quarters

Billy Mitchell, I'm a fiend; jumping barrels, famous sauces

Was a preteen prodigy, plethora of knowledge

I don't mean like Albert Johnson, I mean Jean was on to college

I'll never respect a comment from a novice

I'll never be just a common denominator, I promise

I was nominated flyest so you'll see I'll take us higher, the defiant one

The phoenix from the fire, hell mouth leviathan

Only get killed at the end of time so I'm buying some

This is heavy metal - Ryerson

Or Reitman & Mogel '81 either is right man

Life spans eternal ever since I touched the mic stand

Put the mic in my right hand; left hook, goodnight man

Rest good, hype man, Jeannie take it easy

Like bikinis on some white sand is on me

I'm calm b, sipping on a zombie, Condé, Nast

No bath salts spilling in my flask

I'm appealing to your class

Laugh now get shot later with sedatives

Medicate to torture you some more so aww, you better live

Edifice, living in a world full of Oedipus

It's all relative, melanin, nepotism

Tell the kids hell is in, check the prisons

I wanna teach particle physics business

Just as a better business class, syllabus rise up

You wanna get your philistine thighs up

My abilities high as fuck, still willing to try luck

I wish I had guillotine garage doors

Mass carnage, barnyard parties, animals, carnivores

Trash, garbage, Skarsgård hotties, mandibles, parting jaws

Bleeding y'all dry of convictions, the art of war