Kill Screen

This is rebel shit

Mojave rock

Got polyglots, who'll molly whop you til yo 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

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

Well 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 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 r who we r uhhh