[Chorus ] Ain’t nobody care about you rapping at the bottom They just go on and ignore you, no support or massive following Cuz money makes a movement, ain't no tools unless you bought em Got a dollar in my wallet, if you want it you can swallow My spit, my spit, you can swallow my spit Like this, like this, you can swallow my spit I'm sizzling instrumentals on cauterized hits Thinking this is when I killed it, when you swallowed my spit [Verse 1] Hold the phone, spoken flow's flawless vocal phonetics Are rarely known, never going, gone in global directions Unless you're owned, call it common cost to open incentive For all these harlots with Hollywood karma coaxing your credit And I never been a name, I never been famous, I never been worshipped and praised And I never been paid, but I bet I been banking on all this horse shit decaying With all the corruption in this game, I can't just force it to change And so I make the most of my makeshift Mozart emotional state I ain’t finished cuz I’m never done, feeling like forever young Decade upon decade, I'm like perpetually a little punk I’m underground, but I'd really like a little love Let me in your head a bit, I’m better if you listen up I do this for myself and all my starving artist family Dammit I've been damaged but this art is all my sanity Plan to pay a panhandling man to take a stand for me? Forget it, I ain’t pandering to decadent philandering with "fans" [Verse 2] All too painful is the struggle when the majors all one up you Cuz you're fucking up your funding, fate is funny how it snubs you You're nothing but you love it cuz it's something you can run to bro And you don't give a fuck about the come-up or the hustle What about an intermission from this script that I’ve started? I’ll admit that I’m addicted if you let me just start shit over Bet I'm busy with the bending over backwards for bars in flows But only cuz they’re part of me, in the darkness it's hard to cope, so Where my budget at? Tell me where my budget at Selling tracks is swell but I should tell you it's a fucking trap Half the dudes who make it, bet they'd say that the don't wanna rap Use it, abuse it, then lose the music, "where the money at?" So follow my lips: you can swallow my spit While I wallow in sorrow, borrowing all of my chips It’s harrowing, haunting, harmful, but all that I live Lemme walk to tomorrow barking the bars in my hits, cuz

[Chorus] As I been writing tunes, trying to ignite the fuse, I got this spiteful muse Telling me what I should do and though it might be true, but I got a life to lose, I'm tryna fight refusal Tell me something new [Verse 1] The Sonic Bliss? It's all a myth Because I'm always pissed, often thinking thoughts amiss It's politics, I don't want to spit Because I caught the illness, I’m coughing, now this song is sick I don't wanna be the guy who's all obnoxious in your face Dicking away, spitting in vain, let propaganda mix a tape So full of myself, wanting the wealth, but I cannot change And everyday, getting away with a display of ego and angst Morning and night I'm ignoring the news, I’m abhorrent in moral abuse I'm more than a mic as I’m pouring my life in this story important for views My reputation, a hustler’s innovation Like fuck a message, I'ma just corrupt a generation You down with that? I'm about to snap I've found that sound can act as power so I'm bound to rap How loud is that? As loud as Matt A thousand hours? That's a fraction of my crowded act [Verse 2] I’m a quiet dude, I'm tried and true I'm tryna liven up my livelihood and rhyme astute But am I a brute? I'm kinda screwed I'm later in life and I’m behind a mic in a crowded booth I don't wanna be so brash and cocky, let me do my thing I'm acting lofty, Matt’s a monster messed up, moody swings I've taken the pills, faking the feels, fashioned foolish flings Like rap and the music, acting stupid, bag it up, lose the dream Unless I get ready to peddle the petty, incentive for reeling em in I'll never be ready to bend to the fetish of feeding the people with fibs I hardly party, I'm scarred and kind of artsy But fuck my heart, the scenes so arbitrarily narcissistic And I’m down to earth, spit grounded words I found a verse I fit in, sounds sick but it's bound to hurt The hours turn, the coward learns How I've been powerless so now I think I'm out of turn [Verse 3] My common sense? It's gone and spent I lost my tether and now I'm reckless in my thoughtful threads The songs impress? I'm an awful mess If y’all were impressed then I wouldn't question whether my songs connect But ain’t pouting while I'm shrouded in this shadows shade In the loudest masquerade around, I'm out, I’ve found my face There ain't a facade over the visage, I've taken it down, parade My talent and focus out in the open, but I'm without a name And so I'm alone as a vocalist, honing in, focusing all on myself There ain't no promoters or going to shows where I'm flowing cuz nobody tells Like anyone else, my cells unhealthy, padded The way I'm venting is hate-preventative, tell me I'm an addict With no self control, I can seldom hold This sheltered shell of myself together, but I won't sell my soul You can tell I've been told, to never commit to the road But I've written this flow and spitting these vocals, never would listen to no's

[Chorus] You’re a beast on the beats, but nobody’s got a leash so they’re saying You’re a monster You gotta eat, but nobody wanna feed you, they say You’re a monster You wanna play but they got you in a cage cuz they say You’re a monster They try to blame you, until your dying day you remain You’re a monster [Verse 1] I'm more than meets the eye, I was born with horrible deformities Portions of my mind are abnormal, normally War & Peace So it's unfortunate being born has no warranty My parents had an animal on their hands at the core of me But my decorum that I maintained made it so I'm well behaved Made it so I'm sheltered, saved, held up in a wealthy cage Mellow with unhealthy rage, telling fellas self-fulfilling prophecies I swell and shake in jealous hate I’m uncontrollable, lyrics near unquotable Notice how I’m flowing, don't you hear me how I'm potent as the Venom from a cobra? I'm hissing in my vocal booth I must have flown the coop, you're missing me and so confused The chupacabra, I'm chewing bars then I spew em out Cruel and inhumanly brutal, lunacy is fueling sound All these civilized types think I goof around But this instinct thrives in this zoo I've found [Verse 2] I can't believe I'm a caged beast, defeatist and staying weak I need to filet beats and eat em to stay me Cuz lately, I been feeling like I’m pacing Back and forth, Matt’s a morbid animal restrained and these People tryna tame me, keep me in chains, see Actually I'd rather have em slay me and display me My mandible above a mantle, brandishing my fanged teeth Anything but banishing my taste for this hate speech I act rabid, this rapping passes for madness I’m actively reacting to having passionate habits Tongue in a track, bumping it, thumping like jack rabbits Who're pummeling something under their thunderous feet to flat ashes I need to roam free There's no domesticating me you dolts don't own me Poachers? Animal control can't hold me My soul told me I’m a monster, I know me [Verse 3] So play the most dangerous game and come hunt me I won't run see I tunnel into tough beats I know nothing, I’m ferocious and hungry So I'm going through the motions hopeless and unseen

[Chorus ] Man I like to have fun Make some Ramen noodle in the cut Quite simply man, I don’t give a fuck Man I like to have fun Take ya girl, smack her in the butt Quite simply man, I don’t give a fuck Man I like to have fun I'll live and let live like I love it Because I don't wanna be the one to give it up for nothing But I got a finite amount of money And I'm running out of funding, but fuck it Man I like to have fun [Bridge ] But they say a penny's earned if a penny's saved up And if you never pay first, then you'll never make a buck See i like to have fun but I’d rather have funds And a backpacking rapper doesn’t have either one [Verse 1] Yo, this is my life I order some egg rolls and some chicken fried rice It’s quite nice, I like my food greasy as fuck With a drink in the cup and some weed in the dutch And I admit, sometimes I get greedy as fuck But I like to dine bitch, you gonna feed me or what? ‘Tis the season to fuck, and the big boy’s in Catch me staring at your girl with the big boy grin She gonna get moist and stick toys in Because she gets a certain enjoyment from the sound of my voice And you can’t really avoid it, I’ma lure her in Like the siren songs of the Persians, have her squirting I can’t say you really deserve her, man you not the right one I been laying back relaxing, counting my funds Man I got it in the bag, enjoy your life son I don’t really understand why you mad, man I like to have fun [Verse 2] What’s new? I love my junk food and my Mountain Dew And no amount of music’s out of tune with my rowdy mood I pour a pouch of ramen noodle powder out and do It louder in the booth than shouting fools in a crowded room I wouldn't do what I been doing if I hated it So take ya pick and play a hit, I make ‘em like I'm paid to spit Though I ain’t paid for shit, I'm staying defecating, listen This is what I'm into, I meant to Mentos the flavor, get it Fresh...so am I greedy or entitled? I don't need to be an idol but believe me, Tisse ain’t idle To keep my breathing vitals I'ma keep releasing titles And I'm pleased to be a beast who feeds on beats, I'm feeling wild Man I like to have fun so I might abandon What I write and make a plan for my life and stand tough Fuck it that's a lie, dammit I demand funk But if I can't get a fan then your man’s dumb

[Verse 1] I'm rhyming death defying, tied in this tug of war, trust me I been realized that I don’t want it, why succeed? The checks arrive for all the other guys but me I been left behind like I was not the right butt cheek I'm too goofy, too moody, too awkward I'm too crude for YouTubing, dude’s not heard I'm doing two amuse bouche, lose the lobster Cuz all that's in my wallet in my pocket is some Pogs, sir "Fuck it!" I’ll fry a beat because I been a rap fiend But my page reach is dead for lack of internet memes I happen to have a habit of rap that interests me So I chose to spend my time rhyming instead of tech schemes I'm old and vocal but I'm barely ever mentioned Come and get some of this embarrassing intense fun There ain't no going back, I’m dropping no breadcrumbs Tryna be rapper? I been a rapper and then some [Chorus] I shoulda been in business, shoulda been a physician I shoulda been a lot of shit, I was a kid on a mission thinking That this'd never be the situation I'm living in But I spit a pensive hit to any sinner who’ll listen, listen I'm not about to quit spitting cuz I got a job I'm not about to quit spitting cuz I've fallen off I'm not about to quit spitting cuz I wanna rock I'm not about to quit spitting, this is all I got [Verse 2] Should’ve been a teacher but became a professor Spitting scripture verses similar to the lectures She say my rhymes the most important, eat it up like breakfast Her man won’t play my SoundCloud, he petty and jealous Want my downfall like the actor Jean-Paul from Breathless Blog sites charge for plays, man that shit so selfish We need some uplifting tunes with some swag and a message My discography so godly, don’t disrespect and treat like a peasant My voice is like a present so rejoice and lament If i wasn’t rapping, probably be in prison Shouldn’t have been an adjunct, or worked for the government That was a terrible decision Should’ve been a lawyer, rather rap and hit their daughters Fell in love with the lit after reading Tom Sawyer Black Shakespeare on this track them DC streets my alma mater Should’ve been a lot of shit, now I’m the vegan rock of Gibraltar [Verse 3] All I got’s the rhythm and this scripture I want it heard so I'ma get it in the mixture But I'm a nerd, I'm surely pitiful to big birds With my big words, winging it I spit sermons But then I get upset when i settle in lethargy When'll I reject what I've been and head for a better me? Guess I'll never be better than whatever breathes Every little letter, intentionally I've been a freak

[Verse 1] My music doesn't make a lot of moolah, cents (sense) Because I'm a dash of Adam Driver mixed with coupon Ces Matt’s a dapper dude, dashing but I’m FUBAR, a mess Gimme a beat, gimme a pen and a pad and then "who got next?" You got Tisse (Ts) coming after you like you was an S I never deceive, when I'm rapping I’ma do it finesse I cannot believe what some veterans'll do for a check Because I'm a beast and I'm better but I'm goofy as heck, nerd Images matter but I'm too darn bent On being what I believe I wanna be, I'm too farfetched You ever said what all your foolhardy askew thoughts meant? Whatever, never mind the sentiment, I'm too far left You’re letting me vent as I’m getting away with a tune, aw yes So groove on guest, the verse has got 2 bars left Bet I'ma break up what the talent pool pollutes songs with Wait, I’m mistaken? ...Clearly I’m confused on hits [Chorus] You all are quick to point a finger at the things I wrote, but yo Only sometimes do I think I'm dope Hardly ever do I revel in the spit I spoke, cuz yo Only sometimes do I think I'm dope Write it, say it, love it, hate it Write it, say it, but I wish I won’t, cuz yo Only sometimes do I think I'm dope [Verse 2] I been up on the internet for too long, messing With everything mental that I've been through when I do songs, since I've been intense I've been a tune off, a shooed off pest But gimme the credit that I'm meant to get as I'm booed off set I never collected much of any loot to fuel largesse Because I been cooped behind a picket fence and cool hard debt You bet I regret when I neglected to pursue all this But I been true to my mood and that’s how ya lose false friends, word I never worry bout the "who Sauce is" Or who saw this, or who's involved with who, it's all missed They call me this and that, I'm Mr. Matt, I move on, next Cuz I ain’t never fret or fume ‘bout who I gotta impress Because I been a beginner, I meant to admit I'm a fool, hard head But a new songs set, the verse has got 2 bars left I moved off meds, a screwball, a loose odd end Dudes aloof often, nuanced, so who wants this? [Verse 3] Y’all know I ain’t John Cho, I ain’t Kumar’s friend So why the Asian jokes? Make it known the tunes aren't him Ya better not drag race into this, no RuPaul dress I been up in halfway ever since I knew who I am But that aside, I'm dope, I mean a few songs been Like a rush of dopamine, the flow it seems to fuel art's zen Because I'm an artistic artist in a new songs mix So is there a synonym other than dope to use in lieu of sick?

[Verse 1] Listen I got a couple comments: my salary is modest But I ain’t getting any fuckin younger, let's be honest I bet I been a bummer, my significant other fucks with my stutter But I'm not what another’s calling accomplished I've got a good job, tryna be a beast at it I gotta look strong, but y’all don't know how meek Matt is I'm not a hood con, why the fuck I keep rapping? I need the beats, addict, and I need to speak passion I need release, necessity gets the best of me Please let me appease it, I'm pleading you don't think less of me People, I don't need your decrees, I don't need your empathy Believe I’ve accepted it’s dead and buried, never meant to be But I'll keep at it, I'm keeping it going for me Boy I'ma keep rapping at least over 40 I'm boring, annoying, a freak asshole, ignore me Cuz I won't be a whore to the industry, but I'm noisy [Chorus] Yeah, I choose the Music Hey I'm only human, I'ma do what I do and I choose the Music Cool but uncredited, a fruitless endeavor Been a fool to keep at it but the truth is I'm tethered to it [Verse 2] Why the fuck do we matter within the majesty of matter? I might be mad as a hatter but Matt is battling laughter From inside this guy, massive chitter chatter Is littering what I'm thinking when Tisse says Matt is a rapper Guess I'm pathetic, but heck I'll never regret it I said it, I meant it, I been inventive, lemme get it My head is dependent, I'm on a bender, I’ve spent it But gimme credit, I knew that this was a dead end at inception [Verse 3] Somebody from my hometown’s tryna be a rapper still They're getting old now, and they still don't have a deal They're getting told how they'd better let their actions chill So I’m alone when I spit this with impassioned feels This what passion feels like, when I rap it's real love But after healing from a collapse, I feel done Trappers stealing what I've been after, meal funds But it's never been about the money Cuz there's too many rappers, and not enough poets Too many actors, I call the stunt showbiz Few if any masters, ballin’ fucks focus And most don't even know who the authority on "dope" is But me I know this: vocals are my remedy I'm old and broken but I won’t go let it get to me Been a beast since 17, I shed my sheath and let it free But now another decades ending, closer to the death of me

[Verse 1] They say The world’s messed up, what's new? Man it’s always been A lot of men have wanted land and conquered it in dominance It's all too prominent, the prejudice in politics All us sinners flock to finish, falling with no common sense I wanna vent, but I'm part of the issue An education never saved this artist from a miscue I've misused all my privileges and gifts, soon To settle for whatever devils send to set our grim future And all this time spent whining while I'm rhyming ill Coulda been the time I spent inspiring lives and tryna feel But I'm a real mess, every breath I feel death I guess I'm meant to be reflective of our real sense Or lack thereof, we need a slap across the face Cuz every act enacted by the magistrate is tactic hate If we retaliate to balance sin and malice With the power that amalgamates in namaste, we're all erased [Chorus] We are the problem, we are the answer We are the cure but we are the cancer Our world's hurt'll never heal itself So if we wanna work it out, we gotta see it ourselves, cuz There’s no way we are innocent Yo, there’s no way we are innocent [Verse 2] If we were gone tomorrow, the sorrow needn't drown a god We been around too long and all our deeds are frowned upon And now it dawns on us that our beliefs and thoughts are wrong We're all the same inside and dying when our hour calls When it's our time, we'll face all of our hatred The nature of the human race defacing all that's sacred And while we displayed a painful lack of patience The angels left our misdirected decimated wasteland God the intolerance, abominable narcissists How can you call your neighbor flawed when you're the arsonist? Your fight’s igniting a fire under our carcasses Harnessing hardened hearts in a heartless attempt to start a cleanse Marks of mortal sin are more than just enforcing it, true The coarse acceptance of a war as normal’s fortunate, dude If just ignoring all the torments what you do Just be informed...the reforming starts with you [Verse 3] Now I refuse to speak on any issue in particular We live at a pivotal point of pitiful indignance And we're hypocrites...listen, nobody's innocent You, me, the terrorists, president, pope, and little kids You can throw your feelings up on social media But feeling better ‘bout your recent posts isn't real enough I don't believe in ya, you wanna make a difference? Educate your ignorant indifference and live it

[Verse 1] I do a lot to feel at ease, responsibilities So who in honesty can call to me and opt to feel Matisse? I know you got me see, I know y’all believe in me Y’all believe in me way more than I believe it, feed the feast When we all need to eat, you're backing all my utter nonsense I don't see the reason, I heat up a beat but nothing profits It's cuz we’re artists, the process trumps the progress And we don't need a target to get on it yo we got this Sigourney and T-Bone, and Cory and Tino Rob & Slim and all of them who follow what Tisse posts Y’all are beasts homies, I'm just a freak show And honestly, y’all mean more to me than lots are free to know It's hard for me to show it so I'll flow it I'm not the most outgoing of poets, so I wrote it I know I owe you, not gonna let you go unnoticed And so I chose an opus, psychosis focusing for the moment [Chorus] I just wanna say thank you, cuz all of y'all mean more than me That's anyone who came to show support and not ignore Matisse I'm not a formal speech or formally in stores so each And every chords important, turning boring to a tour, believe It's not impossible, God I gotta rock and roll I am all my vocals incarnate and y'all are all I spoke No matter how old we grow, we are not adults We're all young at heart and life is awesome in the Pop Cult [Verse 2] I cannot understand it, you're fans of all my antics But every time I plan a hit I vanish in a panic I'm paranoid of being that annoying man demanding You enjoy a jam he's handing out despite not being branded But you enjoy it anyhow, while I'm buried down Deep within the cellar of the undergrounds scary house "Can you hear me now?" I know that y’all will hear me out I don't plan on climbing out this coffin, but you stand your ground I'm a man of my sound, I said it then I meant it So everything I spit and every sentiment is genuine No hidden messages intended for the pessimists But I guess it's evidence I'd benefit from medicine But you support my working, curbing all the hurting A word is never heard for what it's worth unless it's serving So even if I'm unable to manage this in person I wanted to make a verse to pay you tribute so you heard it

[Chorus] To fall with age, call it pain in the worst way I'm all rage all day on my birthday I work way too insane to deserve shame I'm all rage all day on my birthday [Verse 1] My catalog is at a biblical status Scribbling madness in pads like a lyrical savage Enough pages with verses to fill up the mattress Like Pusha T packing packets before he split up with Malice These pens run dry and I save ‘em like trophies Write with my enemies blood, more focused than Kobe Feel like I'm the only one these clones ain't controlling So I stay telling the whole damn world to blow me Normally I'm laid back, but the rage is no joke Put razors to throats like I'm shaving up dope And they see my environment made me get raised without hope So these fucks are never given like her legs staying closed And I don't claim to be the most clever with bars But I damn sure know that I'm ahead of the stars Cuz I done put in more time than a regular job To make sure my name remembered in the end of it all [Verse 2] When I was born they said, "A hero's been sent!" Fast forward, my notoriety’s like 0% It's clear where I went, ‘twas an apparent decent I try to share my struggles, but they don't care when I vent Thought I could pull strings and things like a marionette Instead I got played more than a fraternity's stereo set If I die and they try a 'Go Fund Me' for burial debt The idea would be buried in secs. (sex) like a venereal threat Now I'm on a path of neglect, mixed with emotional stress Creates a plateauing effect where I fail to connect Now that's a sign of distress, time to move on, re-assess Yet I take more of my valuable time, then I go and invest Cuz I'm iller than most should be killing the coast with villainous quotes “Numero Uno” I'm talking a billion votes, it's not even close, and then in my toast I'll say, "Nice try” to the runner-up's, which would be a lie cuz they fucking suck Never mind it's all in my head, I've stayed in a race that I never led [Verse 3] Believe me, Even though I'm 13 going on 30 I'm finna turn it up and do a ditty dirty Bitches heard me because surely I've been wordy But nobody sing along with me while murdering a turnt beat Vocal words speaking spoken I don't know enough Friend of heavy metal, horned hands, better throw em up An old head going ham as I’m throwing up Ain't nobody know it but I’m doper than a potent drug But no luck, no love as I do it One, maybe two others fucking with my music Nothings fucking lucrative, I’m sucking and I’m stupid And guess what: the muthafucka stuck in this is clueless I gotta stop thinking bout what people might have heard And buy that life alert, the way I'm falling off I might get hurt I'm mighty hip, but I'll break it when I write a verse Listen to this senior citizen bitching, it's fighting words

[Chorus] I'm never gonna let go of the dream No matter how messed up moments seem I'm never gonna come back down I'm never coming off my cloud Cuz even though I'll never grow complete And even though I've outgrown all the glee I'm never gonna come back down I'm never coming off my cloud [Verse 1] My mind has been more inclined to be rhyming when I’m feeling ill Scared to be impaired, I'm embarrassed caring, I’m barely real I rarely ever try to hide it, but I’m here to heal My carnival of terror, I won't dare get off this ferris wheel I'ma breathe it, I love it, I release it You can take it or leave it, I don't need another reason But best believe I'ma wonder "What if I need it?" I covet what you keep in your covered corners and secrets Because I'm empty, barely any accept me The "mess" me, "regrets" me, cuz even less get me I've been impressing people every time I wreck beats But then the "fresh" dissipated and they left me Every time I rhyme on another record, guess it's more to hate and All the false and forced elation? Call it off, it's short charading I can afford to be annoying so I sort of made it Go on and ignore me cuz I'm so poorly coordinated [Verse 2] My music tells a story and it’s starring me I’m past Cloud Nine but don’t nobody see the star in me I’m tryna make it through all the doubts and failed times Without my kids having to watch jail time I’m on the grind, and this music is my hustle Yeah I do it cuz I love it but I do it for the duffel Bag full of green, bank account say full Go ahead and check my credit, they gon’ tell you that it’s good I put my soul in this, got full control of this You hating like a cop that wanna shut it down patrolling this Scene like a crime, if I put it on Vine It’d proly blow up, but that wouldn’t blow my mind Cuz fame is just a step away from doing something dumb Why you stressing making plans, talking ‘bout you ‘bout to run? Just take a deep breath, it’s okay to say “help” But I never had no help, nah I did did by myself, so [Verse 3] I'm blessed with the belief that a message is the key To respect and that can lead to mass connections in a scene But the passion never seems to catch the essence of my being So I scream, live a bittersweet sentence as it seems This has all been Matisse so the problem is me But I will not be defeated by a song y’all don't stream This Sauce is a dream but it's all that I need This impossible feat is nearly all that I believe in

[Chorus] I am emotion, a feeling, pondered I am my vocals, a demon, monster I am the hope for release unwanted I am the hopeless, matisse, so cmon and Lemme believe I’m in need, believe I'm in need Lemme believe I'm in need, believe I'm in need I'm panicking, need the relief, I need the relief I'm manic and need to believe, I need to believe [Verse1] Are y'all familiar with the fight when you're stuck in a loop? Invested in the perpetual cycle of life when nothing is new? Got nothing to do? ...You surely got something to lose Wanting the tunes, wanting the views, but you don't wanna have nothing to do With the struggles of the come-up, the blood and the tears and the sweat, homie You gotta respect it, gotta invest your literal breath, homie A bit of the stress, a bit of distress, while living near death, homie A little intense? You're never collecting a bit of that bread, homie But none of you know me really, I'm indebted to flow, it's silly The medical rhetoric benefits better than anything, vocals heal me I'll level with anyone, decibel levels envelop my soul, conceal me And whether I'm getting a check in a measure is never my focus, hear me [Verse 2 ] Am I that anomalous that I want to spit but don't want the glitz? That I want the hits but don't wanna mix with the mischief politics? I don't want the business I wanna witness the pensive thoughts i think I don’t want the riches, I gotta rip this rhythm, raw to live Cuz I was dying when I was whining and crying Night after night I would retire, lie in a bed of barbed wire My silent denial of my trials, lying, they’re trying me Syphoning life from inside of me, so I rhyme to stay alive, I speak Replenish, my fury beats incentive I murder beats and then proceed to turn the speakers’ head in I'm sure this beats a session with a therapist, scheming medic So I don't need no payment, I'll keep on releasing dead-ends, but solely for myself

This spectacle’s for individuals, not the bigger groups It's not political, my affiliation’s minimal I'm tryna get at you through rhythm, spitting lyrical My mission’s been to vent since my inception, listen, hear in full I hope I'm reaching ya, Matisse’s vocals speaking up I mean to quote the deep and heat up social media But I don't meme enough, I believe in something serious I'm better than the internet is letting on, believe it But even as I'm saying all these self-elating statements My aim is to relate to all the failures staying shameless We had our dreams, but we're languishing in anguish We're angry in the Matrix, but were unwilling to change it And that's okay yo, as long as we don't complain though Having no solution makes it whining, and that ain’t adult The pain is cold, gut wrenching and it takes its toll We may be old, but we've never been relatable Is that a failure though? Suffering in sounds of silence? Empowered minds tend to fight, and that's the loudest quiet I tried relying on tyrants when seeking guidance But they would keep me shy and stifle vibrance, then my life ends Now that was hurtful, universal, I'm sure that you know So I move immersing myself in tunes, it's scuba through flow But there's a loophole, its twofold, its futile It's highly unlikely that I'll survive 30, so cue the funeral