Vox Obscura

I arrived on the ninth a couple months shy of eighty-six Another E.T. freed up from the mothership A younger brother, the prodigal boy wonder It's hypnotic what the topic of time can tear asunder I never laid down so I can posit this the oddest kid on every playground should fucking bottle this I went from pop rocks to high tops to drop dead anonymous But now my name and success seem synonymous And it's a process wishing that the plot will twist Filling up a bottle of pills to save your consciousness Yet I'm blessed with impressive dictation My obsession is an oeuvre that elicits elation Acclaim is infinite, I'm winning the nominations In this equation there's no medals for participation I got no equal, so call your best debater Bear witness, I'm the greatest operator in the station I need a second to chill I've got an ill prognosis Diagnosed with the flow apotheosis I'm crushing foes like the shadows of colossus I owed it to myself to compose a dope opus So I titrate it and concoct the doses By concentrating the flows through osmosis I'm always writing for the lost and hopeless and those paranoid androids labelled precocious Now I'm Back in focus trying to live track the broadcast Never set a track record for bombast And every track on my record's for contrast The Cheshire grin's dawning on the maw of this bobcat Look, I just really wanna rattle your brain And gain acclaim like a valedictorian's grades It's auditory, my story's got a glorious aim You oughta fade from view like you're Dorian Gray I am the virtuosity I'm up on top of the cloud crop Unstoppable, propping up a prophecy I'm spitting gold while y'all still talk in copper, please I'm King Kong, fucking toppling your properties So void the broadcast chorus in the hippocampus Loose lipped, sinking ships till they reach Atlantis Four tons like a forked tongue mecha-mantis I'm Rick Moranis shrinking planets till they fucking vanish Shit, I don't think I'm still in Kansas Technicolored chemtrails crashing on the canvas I'm locking eyes with a luminous enchantress The golden goddess gazes as the odyssey advances A cast glance, a lance through gushing arteries I feel her artistry in every fucking part of me A final chance, one last grasp, extraordinary Sword drawn, cut the orbit and the cord it carries There you have it on the record wreaking havoc Man, I'm back in the booth with these bad habits Emphatic, kid the cadence is quadratic Each emission that I spit is amassed as mathematic For the sake of the masses I'm taking your breath like asthmatics or Vader when his grasp is Fully contracted choking off your pneumatics There's no rabbit in a hat, this is actual magic In fact there's cloaked cursive immersed in these verses I'm out of sight like the curvature of Earth is A lone revenant, I cast curses Spit a hex and direct it at your person So call the hearse cause he's killing it lately Straight leaving these neuroses pushing up daisies Still I'm accosted, the currency of grief and loss is Fucking exhaustive with no regard for what the cost is