Long Interlude, Pt. 1

Since 11 when kids first starting texting
I thought of ending my existence
Send my soul to a hell of a heaven
Been weird ever since then
Bust a rhyme questing
Not for a tribe
For reasons to stay alive
Using the inner mind's eye
In this zoo we called life
Pigs take the monkeys lives
As I hang from the trees suicide mind high
Can't kill what's dead inside
Rest in peace Phyll Myke Tom and Phyll it's mic time
If this time was the last time to rhyme rhymes on earth
Most would go to church
I'll write a verse on the 1st won't stop til the 3rd
Same duration of time God was crucified and rose back alive
Same plan in mind since the bible says be like God
Except I live through rhymes
So plug my vocal cords
To every Microphone
I'm about to perform

Hands up
Bounce say it loud I'm weird and I'm proud
No normal people allowed
So in other words get them punks out
Forgive and forget mic check I'm bless
Dancing with devil but he missed a step won't stop
Til I'm eminent as Eminem
Or then again be different
From him and friends, the penmanship
Float the flow Phillip swimming in
Amount of strokes is infinite
Oh no there goes your energy
Without a sip of Hennessy I'm philling like
You're now being hypnotized
Go Numb to it
Run to the beat of my own drum to it, my drive
From the keys of a piano singled out in a choir
If I get higher I'll reach soprano
Stop drop rock roll guitars broke
Get the strings tighten to get a bite of my sound Mike Tyson
With a mic in my hand I'm a one man band
Orchestrate orchestras of my high friends
Like hands up bounce
Hands up bounce
Weirdo music therapeutic stupid