Intro

Ah, my head is so fucking empty

Ah, the beats coming in

Ah, don’t choke man come on

This is everything you worked for Nick, don’t be a bitch

(I can’t think!)

Don’t be a pussy, come on Nick, come on, come on

(I can’t eat, I can’t sleep)

Don’t choke, don’t fucking choke

(AAAaaah!)

This is all you got, this is all you work for, this is it!

(Ah, the beats coming in man, don’t choke, fucking don’t choke, don’t choke)

This is what you do, come on, come on Nick, come on, come on, come on

(Let’s go!)

Verse 1

I'm out of ideas for once

I'm losing my voice

Even though my head is dead

I'll keep my poise

You can resurrect a flower with water

I got wet word choice, it's moist

Now I'm back let's rejoice

I gotta keep this joint rolling like a Royce

I sit in silent rooms and make noise

Sentences are a grown man's toys

Now step the fuck back

Before I destroy

Everything in my path with the wrath of my craft

I snapped out the Schnapps

Now I jab with my cap

I'm the cream of the crop like the top of your frappe

I bridge any gap with my sticky flow of sap

I see sleep as a trap

It takes my ideas away

That why I haven't slept in three days

I pass thoughts on like a baton at a relay

Running laps on the track that they play on

Play past when I'm long dead and gone

But for now I'll just power though life with sheer brawn

Can't cut me down like the front lawn

And if you find a way to a manage to I'll grow back, I respawn

And I'll respond with the pond of your blood

Build a moat with the mud

So it doesn't stain and flood

My brain with your crud

Chorus

This is the burden of my intellect

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)

I got food for thought by the surplus

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)

Is it worth it to aim for perfect?

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)

What I interpret is barely the surface

(I said I won't quit until I lay wordless)

What I interpret is barely the surface

I said what I interpret is barely the surface

I won’t quit until I lay wordless

Verse 2

I tend to shut

Myself in

I'm introverted

I draw the curtains

Then I flirt with my purpose

Of my service to the serpents

When I die is uncertain

But till then I got verses on verses on verses on verses!

I'm sparking the circuit and

Churning the furnace

I make a poker face nervous

I can change your epidermis

I turnip the beet

Then I turn up the beat

I just made a rhyme about vegetables

I can stomach the indigestible

My spit is acidic chemicals

Eroding the skepticals

I got a midsection that's seminal

Erecting your genitals

And I can fuck you up without being sexual

So I focus my retinal though the spectacle

I speak because my handwriting's illegible

My vocabulary's flexible

My rhyming’s dependable

Way past exceptional

I'm amendable

But can remain bendable

Like an octopus and it's tentacles

My airflow is uncompressible

I sit on a pedestal with the uncontestable gods

Multi dimensional thoughts

Did I mention my plot?

I sit on a pedestal with the uncontestable gods

Multi dimensional thoughts

Did I mention my plot?

Chorus

This is the burden of my intellect

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)

I got food for thought by the surplus

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)

Is it worth it to aim for perfect?

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)

What I interpret is barely the surface

(I won't quit until I lay wordless)