This is Not in My Head

Lyrics

See, the thing is I was looking in the wrong direction 10 I knew something was happening 9 I knew it was coming 8 7 6 5 I'm sorry 4 3 Just (?) that stereo LP 2 1 And enjoy our show There was a baby in the metroplex Mother with a dependency Embarrassment made public I see it in slow motion She exposed her violent tendency and hovered Smacked the little bastard on his cheeks Until he was screaming out in tongues with Confusion in his retina I couldn't convince myself his inhabitance Off planet parental absence But put your penny to famine and prep for flight miracle When the best of dime store gods prosper It's ever clear Bushwick Bill flashbacks of ever clear visions You can analyze that shit to make some sense but something's missing It's the deficit of moments of love from noise artist Using void for voice inflection Part of a moist infection (And it results in more) tension, and fired like a joint brethren But ones a dust sucker, the others a cop lopping off lead of the first amendment Clutching a loaked basket of raspy addicts Acting as if it's it criminal to be weak and not tragic And he can't feel his mothers sadness But back to the protagonist I be handpicked with a social focal point to anoint action And enigmatically employed by the divine mind to be (void?) pirate First I'll fade the location by scanning local police sirens You call us a battle rap, you know arbitrary word picked from thesaurus The mere thought of these most twisted individualist brain patterns are morbid The dusty kids hit like teddy bears thrown against wooden doors By a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self-importance And you call my flow off beat You're unskilled with a fucked up tangled pattern Cuz the mere thought of sounding like those you revere fills me with sadness Cornerstone burner tone that outlines bricks with shifty throw up For all our friends who lost their lives before they had a chance to see us blow up We went from a crew of crusty outcasts to the most debated in the industry Check this Your style is a three year subscription to Blaze As far as I'm concerned, no delivery Maximum B-Boy Axiom stabbin' shit Don't get me wrong, Co Flow's the shit This is not in my head (4x) Maximum B-Boy Axiom stabbin' shit Get off my dick Each line that divides us is carefully (wasted?) I'm just as real as you are.... Well maybe (this is) This is a genuine '99 apocaloid pack rat Cash flat, in fact Stashed away water And candles and dry milk and cat food And money and batteries And when the world didn't explode, most of my close friends laughed at me (hahahahaha) Cuz for years prior to this when my belief system was a cancerous vision I couldn't shake the dread Locked in my headspace Knocked nightly, frightening The feeling this was entropy Visions of sentience, death and bomb threats Its the textbook freak with the Cassandra complex And friends and family felt the effects of the fanatic With the frantic fabric conspiracies, ?, flying robots, cloning, classes of cops Police states, fucking computer numeral digits And when the topic was breached, you can smell the sickness of fear From the self-professed soothsayer who had it all clear I knew since 1984 that there were cameras in the cable box Lowjacking on money Full controlled families will welcome 12 monkeys (mhm) Every book I read was Bradbury, PKD, Orwell, Borges Goldman, ?, Ellison and Anton Che So my negative utop was coming closer each day I made my mother leave the city and buy a water filter From the best in the industry, sounds sorta silly With rounds of ammunition for chains, sprayed in my helmet You couldn't know the faith until you felt it, and I felt it Trying to get a grasp on the situation seemed helpless But I was in my shelter, my sisters with her friends My mother's out of town, the world is gonna end It was suggested that I meet with my sis, but I passed I'm at this chick's crib on three tabs of X gettin' ass For the last time, watching the screen for that sign Maybe a rogue scud, meltdown from Russia with love Or just a blackout in the city we could see from above Or just a riot in the streets that we could see from above Auld Lang Syne from the city of slugs and wet mud Don't get me wrong, Co Flow is the shit This is not in my head (4x) But there's only one/?swore on? life and that's it Happy new year! (3)