[Verse: Mat4yo]

Listen

Sick of the enemy telling me, "Get in the back!

'Cause your kind of different is bad!

The only thing you would be good at is quitting at rap!"

I'll be spitting an image until I'm the spitting image of history's whackest rapper

Look up my diction in dictionaries to see where my picture is at

Peripheral vision's a thing of the past

You look at the pair of the eyes in the front of my head

I'm looking at you with the twins in the back

I'm off the rails, yet so connected to the track

So get back, while I'm blowing the whistle with Skitzo and Ash

And riding my victory lap

In that way, I'm a freight and you're afraid

When I step up on the stage, I get a wave of deja reve

The activity in my brain can't be contained on a page

So when I rap, I demonstrate the ways I dream when I'm awake

I'm sick of the assumption

Look into my eyes and tell me something

Instead of hiding behind the covers

That's enough of it

You wonder why your world ain't crystal clear

It's these visual effects; they're different than they appear