Turmoil

Wrote this in my new Rap Journal on the plane ride back from Hawaii. May 11th 2009

Enter the heart of my war

And fasten the lasso around your lymph nodes

I have a fetish for masochism, kendo, fire and nymphos

So let go and fall between the canyon’s jagged walls

Wait for my call to install palls upon all y’all

You can’t recall, recoil or fallback

Your friends who tried that, got throwing knives in their thorax

You’re a lorax, I’m Dr. Suess with a war axe

You ignore facts, like my ability to whip your poor a*s

I’m outcast, but I’m a master and you’re the puppet

With a 12 gauge bucket, I’m putting slugs into your stomach

I run this, even the devil ain’t parallel

My pen and paper turn to vapor and invoke the powers of hell

Your lungs swell, you can’t f**k with clouds of haze

I surround you microscopically and invade your veins

I slice your brain and steal thoughts out of your cortex

Cerebral war vet, with sacred power from ancient war texts

 

Yo so stay stressed, because my way of life is revenge

I’m on a binge, waiting for some kind of love to infringe

Hatred begins and floods my voice box with venom

I grab ‘em and stab ‘em and drag ‘em

And send em to the alternate plane where their soul is torn apart

F**k ‘em up so bad that they resemble Picasso’s art

I lost my heart, misused it and it shattered

They took it and shook it like, “Look it never mattered”

So now this chapter is to show ‘em what they did

A lesson to be learned, don’t f**k with the quiet kid

Because you never know that you’re action make cause waves

You play with rage and wake up dizzy and dazed

Anyway, just try to think before you act

Because I’ll be back, I don’t tolerate that kinda crap

I’m the slickest, the sickest inscribed with viciousness

Ever malicious and I’ve been granted all my wishes

Tearing out stitches, I’m finding my nitch

Which is the risk worth taking for a quick second of bliss

If can’t catch this, then I suggest you walk away

But if you want to be rattled in battle then f**k it, and stay

No ones’ words are worth slits upon your skin

I’ve seen too many kids with scars to turn a blind eye to them

So you got anger? Yo come look me in the eyes!

Fuckers you’re pathetic! Pick on someone your own size!

 

Yo I’m not perfect, and honestly it ain’t worth it

Friends will come and go, and I’ll treat ‘em like tourists

We’ll get thru this, forever Cooney Clan and Fam

Never need to explain “who I am “ to them

Banned I stand upon the verge of “real life”

Protecting my side with rhythm, rhymes and sharp knives

Then I capsize and have to adapt to breathe in water

Thriving on negativity is relative to mass slaughter

 

My heart is hotter, harder and protected

Always inspected, as if I’m swine infected

I detected a defect in our affection

Left it mauling me with just your voices inflection, correction

Now I try to inflict some kind of positive change

But I’m just left deranged and imprisoned inside my brain