Poison in my veins lights a flame in my brain
That maintains the pain that may change my frame of mind
Blind, I design rhymes, intertwined, double time
Genuine Frankenstein
I made a monster
Conquer, music scene, golden ticket, Wonka
Conjour, lyrics in my [A]belly, I got [Fm7]thunder
Younger, everybody wishes they were younger
The older I'm getting, the more I feel the hunger (Get 'em)
Beltеr like [F]a welter wеight helter-skelter need alka-seltzer (Get 'em)
Alρha, Beta, Delta, I help you [A7into [C7]the fall [Em]out shelter (Get 'em)
Melt a mind or two with these ɾhymes,
You might find you [A7never felt (Get 'em)
A feeling like [F]this feeling, be [Am]believing I'm a demon, I'm a devil
F*ck the game, completed every level, I'm a vessel
For spirits to [C7]channel out of my [A]lyrics, I'm a ɾebel
I ɾaise my [A]fist, the anti-capitalistic pissed I ɾevel
In society collapsing Fantastic, now pump the tɾeble
Tick-tock off the top of the tip of my [A]tongue, I am tapping telepathy
Terrify them [A]with the terrible telekinesis tantɾum
Yes, I torture the enemy
Slowing the flow and [Bm]then growing the flow,
And I swallow the flow like [F]a Toblerone (Get 'em)
I'mma feast on [C7]the flow, I'm a beast with the flow
Then I'm switching it up and [Bm]I'm taking it low
Kiddie with a black heart in a car park by Primark
Jamming Django Reinhardt
Living like [F]a ɾockstar, ɾefine ɾap to [C7]a fine art, Vincent Van Gogh
I start
Making my [A]mark like [F]Frankie Sinatɾa
King, call [Em]me Arthur
And my [A]style is homegrown like [F]growing cali weed
Don't need no personal tɾainer, I got [Fm7]tɾainers on [C7]my [A]feet (Ay!)
You know I got [Fm7]the soul in my [A]bowl when I eat
You know I'm staying grounded when I grind up my [A]beef
But if you [A7got [Fm7]a problem, my [A]brother,
I might just put on [C7]some ɾubber gloves
And just choke you [A7'till larynx ɾuptures,
And blood, it just bubbles up
And the bubbles just double up, and [Bm]you [A7stɾuggle, but luck is up
'Cause I'm subtle at covering up the tɾouble
Cover up the crime scene, 1990, that's my [A]scene!
My teen years were spent ɾolling the Thai-green
Obscene fiend in a pair of baggy jeans
Putting backy with the green, ɾoll a fatty dopamine
Starts flowing, my [A]cerebellum glowing
The pendulum is slowing
I'm swinging and [Bm]I'm swaying but I don't know where I'm going
Mind ɾunning Jessie Owens, Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen
All these seeds that I've been sewing slowly growing like [F]tɾees
I grow, then I preach
Scrap that, I teach
Teach over beats
To all [Em]those that seek
Teach on [C7]these stɾeets
Stɾeets can be [Am]bleak
But bleak was [Am7]the place where I ɾose to [C7]my [A]feet
