HYPNAGOGIA

I hear I'm too cold, that's Goldilocks critique See a club's worth of poles, red dots locked at me Fuck her 'til she work a bigger O than an Obama tee Or the Oakley logo, shit, I need a vodka T and a smoke in roto Throwin' Toto at the witch, you Dorothys ain't in Kansas anymore Stepping on yo hippocampus, look like Krampus wit the horns Signal dampen propaganda, no Mirandas, shitty Fords It's the grandeur, it's delusion, it's that hand me, gimme mo' Days I pray I do not prematurely bleed out on the concrete At times it surely seem they tryna feed me just to rob me Hypnagogic like a spoon in sleeping hands of Dali To be Frank, I'm haunted by the future, following after Donnie Both soles of my feet on fire, while I wonder what I'm runnin' from Brutal sense of irony like C4 in a rubber duck The timid jit grew up to leave muhfuckas thunderstruck I ain't push you, you jumped into traffic, now you under truck We them unfavorables EAC ain't see a pulse Smoke a dub, a P, an OZ It's an alphabet in full Gathered up my satisfaction and I fed it to the gulls Rappers act like merch tables, when it's over, bet he fold I go Tetsuo, press a skull 'til it piñata Ain't no talkin if you mulch, can't hear no more yatta yatta 5 cult classics in a row, I need a fuckin bingo blotta Neo wolf fang fist, I let my ki go like I'm Yamcha Tap water to Fiji 2 liters Beater Toyota 2 seater Came up to push to start Money come and go, it's a routine, yeah Used to chew on that Lucy Card up my sleeve like I'm Yugi Spit blood like a fuckin loogie Watch it trail into the baseboards Question between you and me who do I hate more? Wait 'til the anvil carry ya ankles to the lake floor Struck 'em in the head, I bet this shit gon' strike the same chord Can't tell if it's a labor of love or the love of labor All these fuckers on my dick, that's what I wished for Now I burrow my head up inside that worm hole All I wanted was people was people to fucking like me Made no sense cause I hate anything with life b Spike tea, twist that, vomit from the aristocratic Ripping through these blemishes symmetry can't assemble that Break it down, flippin' that, ain't a thang to burn a rack Looking like a mule I be cruel with the way I carry pack I'm sick as a muhfuckin dog I never liked any of y'all I'm cut from that alien cloth I only see all of my flaws I spit and I breaking my jaw I don't want no fucking applause I steady be dropping the ball I turn into dust like a moth I be hanging the phone up on every soul I ain't fond of the talking not anymore Voices circle beginning to take a toll Had to eat on some fungus to break the mold Cut up the Grey Turn into to paste Smoking the flames, uhh Suffer innate Comfort the grave Never gon' say none Function, I can't Run from the fate Turn into clay, uh Stuck in a maze It ain't a phase It ain't no way out I be out of motherfucking body Snort the K to keep the Grey from sobbing Disassociating, kinda sloppy Feel the same, ain't nothing gonna solve me