retribution.mp4 (Or: The art of getting even in an odd world)

I'm sick of feeling giddy for you bitches, too dense Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense I'm been feeling fearless Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc Settling with these rations The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat Held this shit captive on a leash, so I had to get this shit leased Bitch, I'm a beast Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist Replenish my inner winner A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence I felt pride in my destruction My pain is my strongest weapon Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle Shudder from the sweating Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance Intents so pure while the scent of words burn Through the pleasure, I still yearn F-F-Flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled All the information until I become a know it all Every verse you've heard from me is unique cause I wrote em all Overall, I'm really just neat, shit is cold and raw Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve Like my hatred won't resolve cause I fuckin' hate you, bitch This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend I'd try killing for a deeper purpose Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming" C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking I've been sinking in the deep end Day to day, I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, fuck a paystub Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based W-W-Wake up everyday with tension I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been Shit reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical I felt pride in my destruction My pain is my strongest weapon Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle Shudder from the sweating Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance Intents so pure while the scent of words burn Through the pleasure, I still yearn I felt pride in my destruction My pain is my strongest weapon Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle Shudder from the sweating Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance Intents so pure while the scent of words burn Through the pleasure, I still yearn