[Verse 1: JAZZ]
I conjure rhymes out of air so bear witness to the wizardry
Call me raps Picasso paintin' pictures oh so vividly
And yeah I bring the wood, all the girls call me the harbinger
But no I won't trade places I'm more aimless than a famous barterer
Jimmy Carter
Adding extra letters to the end of names so I can rig the game
Shoot for more fame than Kurt Cobain's aim to the brain; bang bang!
They tell me what I wanna be I tell them what I wanna change
My emotions invoke a conflicted mental; grab your stencils and a pencil
This temple that the mental gentle legions of angels and demons I wrestle
Call a vessel, I'm ancestral, not the devil just disheveled
My precision is sinister, but I ain't finished the mission
Wait, Dylan
How you gon' finish, you can't finish decisions
Write a petition for my conscious to sign; infect its mind and hope it finds peace in self-demolition
Then break my keys off in the fuckin' ignition
Chasin' visions of freedom and diminished submission
You should eat your advice man; cause I'm just hearing noise
I'm Jesus Christ and I create and destroy with my voice
I'm the sun, and the moon too
You should see the way I move through the ju-ju
Just like a choo-choo
Who you, I'm a fuckin' zoot troop on my own
Always on my own, always pen on my own dome
Cause my thoughts are scribbles, let me paint this picture for you baby
I'm a little crazy, minds a little hazy
Promise I been gettin' it lately, not been gettin' lit lately
Still got balls like I'm Brady, I fall, then I laugh
I draw from my staff, yeah it's long like giraffe
I'm an asshat but I'm still gettin' mad cash, not really
I'm fuckin' broke, eatin' money till I choke ho

[Hook: JAZZ]
(Dude who the fuck is this guy, he sucks)

[Verse 2: JAZZ]
Found my eyes on the ground sobbing
Picked em up, dust em off, implant them in my hands
Now I stand as the guardian of pans labyrinth
How could this fuckin' happen
Life ain't no fuckin' pageant
My past actions
Got me hackin' up fractions of my lungs
And I love it
Ya'll can fuckin' shove it
I'm a fuckin' pundit
One hundred
Run it to your stomach
Like Ali
I'mma see, all I be is all I do
All of me of is all I prove
I'm the sun, and the moon too
You should see the way I move through the ju-ju
Just like a choo-choo
Who you, I'm a fuckin' zoot troop on my own
Always on my own, always pen on my own dome
Cause my thoughts are scribbles, let me paint this picture for you baby
I'm a little crazy, minds a little hazy
Promise I been gettin' it lately, not been gettin' lit lately
Still got balls like I'm Brady, I fall, then I laugh
I draw from my staff, yeah it's long like giraffe
I'm an asshat but I'm still gettin' mad cash, not really
I'm fuckin' broke, eatin' money till I choke ho

[Hook]