posted on Oct, 12 2012 @ 09:28 AM
Trying to fill me up with your non-sense
Your logic don't line up with my sense
So I feel strange, because I can't vibe
to any other rhythm but mine I guess
x2
Too many plates for one guy to digest
every little bit counts in the process
So my first step small
and second step tall
last step bring me to a place
you aint find yet
x2
I am a Martyr, When I die I'll be taking it farther
I'll be known like I'm one of the Carters
Blowing me up like a telemarketer, sharpen me up like a pencil sharpener
Cutting you up like barberer, stick em like a fabric softener
Overloading my circuits, This isn't a zoo it's a circus
Even a soul you can purchase, rippling like a surface
You would come to but you know better,
You don't react like a dead person
the music inside of my head merging,
the world in my palm I'm a globe-getter.
Running around in a circle, your whole life is a commercial
Im saying your mamas plans hologram, high definition and virtual
Boy don't make me hurt you
These others guys on a different plot
you grease in my water aint mixing a lot
lighten it up and if this isn't hot
throw me inside of the pit with the pitts and rotts
lock me away and then switch up the lock
if the shoe fits the foot fitting the sock
like getting water from twisting a rock
Miraculous , spectacular in the spot
vernacular often sits in a box
Cuz people don't listen if this doesn't bop
open your mouth and then hit up the cops
Leave it open and then sip on a