Hold Tight

I mean, just 'cause I have the mic, I couldn't do it up

Misunderstood, misguided maniac

Lack the social skills and will to fit your mold

I told your kind before not to expect the world

From I who hates the world, I'll burn your flag unfurled

Propel my anger past rage, what you thought was phase

Is the air to my everyday

I raise a fist against your rusty cannons, abandon

My every shred of decency, devise plan

To topple politicians in vicinity

Your ideas of liberty archaic, you took freedom and enslaved it

I don't portray the role of revolutionary

Just slice the jugular of society on a Tuesday

While crews play cypher-cypher-freestyle

I listen to Miles with inverted smile, inking scrolls in exile

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat, behind the ears, you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes

Pit bulls as pets and bootleg mix cassettes

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threats, as my mind grew, you slept

Expect no friend from this form I took

You mistook me as one of your own, I bleed words

Of the griot onto poems, lonely wanderer

There's no honor amongst thieves, there's more than amongst MC's

Who needs enemies with friends like these?

Quick to deaden pulse for that Maltese mic

Beware the Canaanites performing pagan rites

At twilight as last of the embers glow bright

One can sense the looseness where things were once tight

I prefer reciting prose over compositions by Reich

Recite

They impolite

Neophytes

So trite

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat, behind the ears, you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes

Pit bulls as pets and bootleg mix cassettes

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat, behind the ears, you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes

Pit bulls as pets and bootleg mix cassettes

Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks

You pose no threat, behind the ears, you still wet

Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes

Pit bulls as pets and bootleg mix cassettes

I vent my anger on all angles

Would strangle angels if they'd let me

Suspect entire populace in attempts to suppress me

Left empty when all I trusted rusted thin

Able to see two layers, undefied tongue

I spoke to familiar strangers, now seems even stranger

Cradled that blue baby in his manger until I grew too weak to utter lies

Stomach filled with roaches, not butterflies

I sever ties with all of you who despise me

Welcome to the truth, undefined reality