Titan

Balance magical flows, how is my talent unknown
Fallacy grows around him to challenge my soul
Having this happening is like backwards unpackaging, it's an action
That doesn't actually exist on its own
Syllables my verbs, are lyrical cries heard, from spiritual mind blurbs
Unfillable dire urge, to hear you and fill you with philosophical rhymed words
All the while, this middle finger is skyward
A lot that's on my plate, I used to eat all my steak
But now I'm very selective, my vision is very straight
And being honest is great, wait and honestly
I'm not impressed with these artists just to be frank
But as we walk through this matrix I see 'em struggle for strength
Ain't no glitches in my path, I override all mistakes
The game is for me to take and this money's for me to make
If you think I'm faking just wait and be patient for what's at stake
This musical presence
We demonstrate is phenomenal and volatile for anyone in our way
Get to repping ya city, town or ya state
So we know where to fucking find you without a seconds delay
This elemental control and the picture that we convey is a struggle inside of a struggle
A puzzle inside of a maze, I double on the side of a page, no rebuttal I'm kind of irate
'Cause I tug on myself every day, not to cuddle with all of the pain
Welcome to fucking Titan
This hell can be fucking frightening like lightning gone double striking
I'll tell you, they'll grow to like him
Socially awkward, so those who know me throw caution, they say I flow like an auction
An auctioneer when he's talking, so go and toss up an option, I don't believe that I lost 'em
I can see I still got 'em, if you agree I'll keep rocking
My lust, is music, my only crutch, is how to use it, I must find a way to use it, to touch
And be therapeutic
Balancing beam is tipping and doesn't help I been sipping these countless ounces of whisky
Challenges all against me, challenger of the century
Howitzer plowing through clouds is bound to hit on re-entry
Now you can feel the shifting, now you can feel it gripping
Now you can take what you want and douse it in some kerosene, doubters begin witnessing
How is this shit existing (How is this shit existing, how is this shit existing)
This is the start of a grand scheme of an art form, my hands bleeding from all this
So damn seasoned it's awful, hear fans scream like a foghorn
Mankind but they ain't leaving the socks on
Stay blind, they can't see that I'm on one
Killing shit with some new kicks at the finish line
Biblical but they ain't see when I crossed em'