Illusion-Z vs. Random (Addiction Verse Battle)

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Channel Zero [Verse 1: Illusion Z] The schizophrenic with a crystal ball looks for Pac On the butcher's block Where an eyepatched gremlin pushes rock Cravin' Old Rip Van Winkle, Juniper Green The Polar Ice, Havana Club, the jungle juice and the lean Bulgy eyed aerosol inhalers dream of boarding starbases In dark places with incarcarated scarfaces Town martian with a drinking problem roaming around starvin Screams at passersby Hallucinating 3000 pound marlin Three killers bumping barrington levy Walk through the madness Carrying chevy sized weapons that could bury a yeti Craving foreign Glocks apparel and dexedrine Thinking of robbin barrels of methylamine And poppin' cherries in tel aviv Ice blazers in pajamas run through night mazes From a lime flavored vodka bottle the size of a skyscraper The tweeker in a shed thinks he's larry hoover In a lair of shooters Grippin' rugers and barricudas Rocking back and forth Starin through the hole in the wood At shadow people trying to steal his lucky charms and his buried buddha The shot out bitch with a buzz cut in a snake and racoon blood painted toga Yells at law enforcement in a rage on somas Bandana'd bag of bones playing gangster like ray liotta Sips his eighth corona Fantasizing of pushing caine like sosa On a throne built of franklin stacks Praying that he'll live like a baller With a machete and a fistful of dollars Boy scout turned dopesick animal Throws alcohol fits And drinks his gasoline like aperol spritz Scabfaced bandit tells a street pirate in a red crown The monkeys off his back but the circus hasnt left town A one eyed looney stares at static on an idiot box In a padded chamber with a red door with seventy locks Salivating at the thought of running through a meadow of yellow Flowers with a gun Saturn devouring his sun On the wall A group of twitching bodybuilders watch forensic files Sharpening their swords to give the pedophiles second smiles Two veterans fill up their heroine needles Minds as twisted as tarantino's Quoting scenes out of cinema paradiso In a city breathing with bullet trains Shaven chewbaccas with kryptonite cooking veins Roaring after crooked rains Where raiders in presidential masks kidnapped its hero And broadcasted his execution live on channel zero Fear [Verse 2: RANDOM] I wrote this on adderall and weed, water and oxygen Man in the machine just part of my processin We play a game of life it's harder than not to win Climbin back from the fall to start at the top again Cold and frozen peak where it never gets warmer And anymore I just tend to ignore the weather reporter An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom So we get high to pass the time and wait around to the finish Turnin hours to minutes Always too proud to admit it Til I started coming down with altitude sickness It's gettin too difficult to fit in the box Easier to visit the doc And give me a shot To fix what I got Instead of standin stranded, set atop a hill Of debt and doctor bills This modern medicine went and got us ill Didn't have a father figure but they get a poppa pill Just sumn to numb the ache of another dumb mistake Like, what's it gonna take I'm feelin done with this shit And this hunger exists in hundreds of kids Younger than this Drunk on a fifth Sleepin out shootin up under a bridge Worn down by the grindstone of life In the dark, dark corners where the mind goes at night Lyin on a bed of needles not a pinecone in sight If money's the root of all evil then the powers that be are the flowers and leaves that sour the breeze Cowards and thieves Convinced the crowd to believe Their great-grandmother Eve stole the fruit out of their trees And this way's been paved in graves of thousands enshrouded in granite Lives lost buried down in the planet Tryna make the most of the little amount that you're handed But what's the value of talent and status When we already lost Alex Buchanan So how do you manage this grief as it's comin out In need of another route Just weep for this mother's child Like Beasts of the Southern Wild It's gettin harder to absorb it Need us all to be supportive But all we get is warnings That we're already ignorin An apology's in order So I wrote a couple verses for what's always been important You just take two of these and call me in the morning Rehab Journal Entry [Verse 3: Illusion Z] The scientist who Drank voodoo rangers til he wound up in a cuckoo chamber For screaming that he wanted to shoot his neighbors Told us all at breakfast that administration Cancelled group After the wetbrain went in the main hall and splattered poop all over the floor A drummer that'd been locked up in Reno Complained about the toothless hawaiian chef's broccoli burritos Soy bean olive casseroles, vegan cheese empanadas And sweet and sour chicken dish as chinese as maracas A Brazilian freak in pajamas with teeth like Baraka Who'd speak like Obama Said he had a seizure at Jamba Juice The same night he got 86'd from McD's and Carrabbas A surfer who spent his adolescence sleeping in plazas Said he spent his twenties dry in a desert dreaming of llamas In his enemies' mouths Of smoking blueberry on that "Red" beach in Caracas Of bikinied mulattas serving him pina coladas feeding him guavas A beat up Moana Faced hooker craving needle and kava Told me she made her sponsor eat her palabras Said the fatherfucker told her the 4th step would wipe out all of her demons and dramas She laughed and said Mr. Brown had made her people piranhas A tweeked out madonna In torn oil stained jeans, a Nirvana shirt A Trump hat With meth breath she couldn't beat with binaca Screamed "I'm ready to erupt" Her blood feeling like lava Threatened the therapist and promised she would steal his impala A Manson clone with handlebar mustache and silver nails Who'd steal change out of the wishing wells to cop zinfandel Said theres a pit in hell for 13th steppers who play yoda An old starlet on the patio chain smoked her Virginia Slims Whining that she wouldn't have luck if it rained clovers That her husband had an ego the size of a range rover A tweeker who put in more work for the roc than jay hova Said when that ether of a drug would take over Her mouth was a flamethrower A copper thief who downed cabernet copa de vinos til they tasted like grape sodas and ate somas like flinstones Til he wound up in a 70 day coma Told me why he worshipped the needle how it made his veins colder While i drank kona listening to Daytona on a coffee stained sofa in a stale odored meeting room staring down a fake Mona Lisa on the wall where our counselor wrote how many days sober we had with a crayola Hope [Verse 4: RANDOM] There's many paths to life I don't know which one to travel And I'm not one of those though who chose to hold the judge's gavel It's a long and stony road alone the soldiers trudge to battle Til our weary souls erode and the boulders crushed to gravel If we don't speak up our silence approves So heres to the things I didn't do Poems in his head tryna get through Though their noses are red, eyelids are blue This graveyard's quiet on the midnight shift You can wear a brave face while your inside's sick But what makes you stronger doesn't kill you bit by bit Drip by drip just one too many bourbons Nobody was ever perfect of that I'm plenty certain Life's rough for every person Light blunts for heavy burdens And most the saints're dead So go'n raise your head But no sleep before you made your bed It's ok to make amends just wait and save your breath We need that strength to take the steps Along this razor's edge Go on place your bets Just know to pay respects This life takes a toll that fate collects And the soul's the only payment they accept Too many nameless victims We coulda gave forgiveness Never too late to save the sinners Whose brain's chained away in prisons Bein brave to face addictions That're makin they decisions I miss the people from my past who didn't make it this far And I won't say who they are But if they'd raised an alarm I'd've been there to help em not be so afraid of the dark Just tryna see my sunrise/son rise before the day began It takes a village to raise a child and a world to make a man See the pain in the lesson But praise the progression Still learnin how to face the depression It's up to us to start changin the methods And see the difference between shame and acceptance It's cliche but simple, remember We're in this together whether for business or pleasure never diminished the effort Of anyone of us who didn't give in to pressure Even those that did...still deservin compassion Build the world you imagine It ain't perfect but it's worth it for the purpose of magic For me it's enough reason to live Daydreamer wasn't sleeping a bit The fact we even exist should be seen as a gift Life comes with pain we don't need to resist My mistakes made me who I am still too proud to hide So pour out an ounce of pride Nobody makes it out alive But if I keep pushin then maybe I'll survive