On given days I walk on sidewalks
My mind walks while I talk to myself about actions that perpetuate my health
I can't apologise if most don't understand the diction
That I use to bruise and strand a bitch inside my land of fiction
Face the facts my taste in raps will take you back
And place you at an ancient map that'll lead to the mind frames you lack
My vision brain is packed with nameless tracks, I'm aiming game at aimless cats
And when I'm famous, black, my tracks will hit, you'll need an anus pack
Your back will split, I'm shameless of the tactical impractical approach
I vouch to poach so I can backtrack 'til I kill a roach
I step on insects with my insteps
Stomp intruders in Pumas and pummel those who try to delete us with my Adidas
I've worn out my last pair of New Balance
So now I use mallets to smack you 'til the red in your head looks like a master painter's palette
You craft the fakest palace for your new, no limit ad
Rappers sit and gab
When I pull tricks out my no gimmick bag
My style of rhyme scheme is so tightly interwoven
That like those who chose to clock my wood already had their splinters chosen
I'm into frozen moments that live on eternally
So basically the basic short term shit is not concernin' me
I spit the venom while the vermin be jettin'
Regrettin' it when I attend the show and suckers show no etiquette
Check the rhetoric
I plan to make your text a mess
I stay divine and stay within the written lines like I was Etch-a-Sketch
I'm never less than fresh, I gleam next to the rotten
Travel like bees in a breeze, you'll sneeze next to the pollen
I'm never stallin'
Shift the gears now my ignition's in a state to terminate and leave 'em flat like shitty Michelin's
Boston to Michigan, Tokyo back to Maryland
Edan excells in scientific audio experiments
Word... suckers