[escape]

Escape's come, my brain's spun
Headaches numb as the bass bumps
But it's just a side effect I get from getting
My respect, breaks? I ain't ever gonna take one
I'm finally coming to erase some
Doubts that you have started to make up
It's like I'm back from the dead, you know that place full of graves?
Well it's the same place that I came from
The plots in my rhyme change up
Like Optimus Prime it's apocalypse time everything's done
Which species are safe? I would say none
I'm a predator I prey on everything like I was a nun
The portrait I paint is a strange one
Cause all I do is shoot other so called artists with a paint gun
I'm Jason in a hockey mask so do not relax
All you garbage artists always talking trash
While you bite your style from other soggy acts
You can't be my home dog if you're a copycat
We're playing in a different league
This the A team and I'm Mr. T
Beating Rocky's ass in a boxing match, that's a punch line
I'm crystal clean like Listerine or OXY pads
Take shots at me, and I’m bombing back
‘Cause I’d give my life to blow up
But I accidentally survived my kamikaze crash (whoops)
Woke up in a body bag
Unzipped myself and then I pissed myself
‘Cause I was in a cemetery surrounded by Nazi flags
And zombies saying welcome home
Now switch the up the rhyme
To crisply written, intricate sentences, vicious penmanship
Isn’t it fine? This is just like
A written description of the sickness
That is given when you witness a killing
And the criminal didn’t admit to committing the crime
Whatever life is when it gives you lemons and limes
You squirt them in it’s eyes
If you’re a young rapper dedicated to kill all of your competition
You should really reconsider how you’re spending your time
(Like what?)
This is anything but basic rap
This that unidentified flying spaceship rap
This that flavor when most people are tasteless rap
This that listen to when you wanna escape it rap
This that shit that you can kick back or party to
Part of you’s chill but the other part wants a beautiful disaster
Dizzy for shizzy you bizzy get busy fizzast
This music is your drug, take my lyrics down the hizzatch
Miss match your self, do something that is different
Don’t think that what they do is what you must have it isn’t
You could do you or you could just match to fit in
The more of life you get is really up to that decision
And I know because I used to not have any goals
My life has had more change than a penny roll
So it makes sense why there’s so many holes in who I am
But I wasn’t afraid to change because I knew I can
But if you really think about it, it’s really just all music
Yeah the hate’s gonna come but to be honest we all do it
But what are we all doing? Come on, we all humans
We all doing things we want to call beautiful
It’s wrong and takes to long to fall through with
So I’d rather just not do it
Instead let’s all just live in the now, live in the sound
That’s what living’s about, turn it up
Don’t ever limit it down
Let it disseminate inside
Let it stimulate your mind
Let it get your spirit up with an intent to make your night
This music emulates your brain and makes your mental state sublime
It’s a simple way to get away from anything you like
This music I may supply, hopefully you have came to by
You can name the price, I don’t want your money
I just want you to take the time to let me prove I came to shine
Like a star in the sky at night I’m brighter
Than two gamma rays combined
So why am I
Never seen by any people even though when I be speaking
I be preaching like a priest you prima donnas want a
Piece of me, but a piece of me wanna leave you all in pieces
I’mma eat you like you peanuts, piña colada, or a pizza pocket
Peep the P-A-P-E-R that’s peeping out of my pocket
I received it by repeating masterpieces in your speaker
Properly, stay dominant
Follow me, we conquering
All of the, incompetence
Pop in me and get lost in amazing tracks
I’d collect some lyric notes and staple that
To my chest, just so you could notice the way I rap
They say I suck, but they blow like the hole on a whale’s back
They’re following what’s been done, I hope to create a path
I hope that the lane I craft will open up changes fast
If they’re shown to behave and act
When they’re flowing then maybe after
They hear me they’ll be fired up and be inspired to
Light their own fire up and we’ll overtake the map
Here we go escape is back
Well I guess to most of you I’ve just begun
You are now seeing the part where the pesky dumb
Kid proves to everyone it’s deep in his heart
You best be running or reach for the stars
I wreck these chumps as I speed in a car
Smashing pedestrians, swerving, trying to see in the dark
For people who might not even believe in the art
I don’t even know where this road leads but at least it’s a start
My quest becomes out of this world, come I’ll lead you to mars
It’s everything and nothing bitch
Nod if you are being just convinced
That the musically free, age 16, lyric fiend up in this piece
It’s not about what you’re made of, it’s what’s inside you
So I’d rather have a cheap glass that’s half full
Than a golden cup that’s empty
But I’m not even half full, defend your feeble friends
We feast on their flesh it’s a feeding fucking frenzy
A feast I’m starving sucker, haven’t had supper
Since several summers ago and you look like mince meat
You're just sustenance up against me
Just protein I’m a teen that pro at poaching
You posers get poked and ate like poached eggs and potpourri
He said he could gas on the track
Guess that’s why I’m feeling my abdomen bloating
And I didn’t bump all your mixtapes I’m just shopping for groceries
Oh, homie I’m so clean, clean enough to make Mr. Clean
Throw in the towel and make what the folks sing
At your church sound like explicit gangster rap from S.N double O.P
Oh, please, back up and let your foes breathe
Escape is overdosing on originality lacking in posing
‘Cause why hijack when my raps
Have what masses can’t fathom to craft
I’d rather have that then what swaggish rappers composing
They happily half assing tracks, slacking, napping, they cozy
I’m action packed, passionate, passing fads my pad is exploding
With magic, you could grab it or let it pass you
Just know that I’ll never have you
Disappointed if your passenger chose me
As your music provider while you’re riding right into traffic
Have this blasting past the limit until its rattling the whole street
Let it slap, then slap anyone who ain’t clapping to the dope beat
Bobbing their head, or tapping on both feet
‘Cause our branch of music is so deeply rooted
Play this and your speakers naturally grow leaves
Disastrous rappers wanna claim they masters of poetry
Claiming they’ll be great
But never making it take place they just wait
They think it’ll just happen they hoping
But I represent the difference
Between hoping and actually knowing
Weird Inside, ASPEN, and Oshi