Can’t Accept - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Night stalker, unidentified like a flying saucer

Smooth talker, negotiating a rude offer

Like O'Leary, scream at God, but he won’t hear me

Can't see you, so I'm talking my shit like I'm Blind Fury

A convoluted sick suicidal what kinda human

I probably wouldn't tell anybody if I'ma do it

Like mama sorry on a vacation at God's safari

I go out on the date of my birth to surprise the party

Walking breathing, contradiction, I'm not living

I'm not missing, flow clean like a mopped kitchen

I'm bull shittin', full raging and half assin'

You wonder why this shit gettin' tense 'cause we past action

You don't get it, don't jack it, you dont live it

I'm my own critic, if you dont fuck wit' me, don't listen

I am not sweating, unbothered, I'm not pressin'

But I'm bipolar, get colder in hot seconds

Listening to the darkness with only light in the vision

The stench of impending sickness, feeling nothing specific

No symptoms a side effect of the infection I've been given

In the land of the free, where the call to God is restricted

Life ain't like a casino, I gamble and then I'm cashing out

I wake up moving backwards, I hit the hay then I'm passing out

Just passing through, I ain't here to stay, just something to set the tone

A sack of flesh and bones ain't the only that I'm dragging out

I hem and haw, nip and gnaw at the string of fate

The him and her, the destiny we all seem to think we await

Like tied around the finger, I been done saw me a deeper place

Where no degree of separation says that you and me relate

There prolly ain't no signal in the place that we connect

We prolly ain't as vital to the plot as we expect

When time come for the soul eject what happen to the rest

I got a feeling it's gon' be some shit I can't accept, yeah

I got a feeling it's gon' be some shit I can't accept