I just got writtens with my mind I dissect you limb from limb get through the exoskeleton looking past your skin infiltrate your mind I'm transmitting from within fuckin with your head commitin a cardinal sin I got the power to create alternate reality's understandin me will most likely cause insanity dont even try I dont want nobody mad at me all the damage was caused psychiatricaly you became a vegetable a burden to your family why even speak if your not understandin me I also got some other thing open your eyes clear your mind now metamorphacise I'm going through a rennaisance in the mental please critcise and please dont be gentle my minds exploding with so much you got to have the ill cobra clutch (is it kung fu or cobra clutch?) so many ideas that are just escapin floating now vanishing and then just wastin should be expressin but its stressin me complete cant even a fuckin sentence b so I'll express it GRAFFicly artistic wordplay for those who can read but why even bother if no one will see or maybe I'll remain a mystery write ando and then call it graffiti but I just sit here and curse thinkin only 2 eyes will ever read this verse smokin blunts n trippin now lets me see my third eye's open and brought me clarity the beatles say to turn off my mind I'm relaxed and I'm floating downstream up until now I realized the color of dreams artists are discovered after their lives have been so after I write this it'll be the end of the beginning not enough hands to write down what I'm thinkin
