Space Cadet
My pen is alive and endemic to perfect phonetics
Scribing verses pathogenic, Spitting phlegm in pandemics
Dialect carcinogenic, my flow's a foreign growth
My prose will pose a certain doom, Your ears will make a perfect host
Everybody is offended by everybody
And everybody sends their representative to represent them
Surface pleasantry, yet everybody has buried their true identity
In such depths that the recipe is generally lost as to who they are
Incredibly, they don't even realize that they're your enemy
Tendency for treachery
Loyalties a faded myth
Amidst the rubble of integrity is where the script for balance exists
Like I'm Curmudgeon in life, but on the mic, I'm actually nice
Carry sharp devices in case you fancy a slice
Shaking off the goethite
Reuniting with my pen begins the ending of the emcees rhyming in my line of sight
I keep my feelings in check behind my virtual mask
Carry alternative identities in various flasks
Now it's digital and physical, the lines have been blurred
Either way I'm feeling normal with my surface obscured
Your socials full of posts of you living your best life
But you're fibbing, you've hidden that you living depressed like
The economy after the suits and ties have rolled dice
With your future, now you've folded over, perfect jackknife
And it isn't just you, I mean I'm full of shit too
Nobody really wanna hear about the fuck I've been through
But I was gifted with the gift of rhythmical precision
And I understand, how anapests, can manifest, an unexpressed feeling
So I use that to my advantage in fact
There's art in the facts, the artifact left after collapse
A deadly embrace, our faces carry shame and disgrace
We grapple with our brothers, plutocrats escaping to space
Elysium in real life, the algorithms precise
Black mirror device but my post is getting mad likes
And the virtual infection reflecting in real time now
So our masks cross with us to the physical line now
I keep my feelings in check behind my virtual mask
Carry alternative identities in various flasks
Now it's digital and physical, the lines have been blurred
Either way I'm feeling normal with my surface obscured
Scribing verses pathogenic, Spitting phlegm in pandemics
Dialect carcinogenic, my flow's a foreign growth
My prose will pose a certain doom, Your ears will make a perfect host
Everybody is offended by everybody
And everybody sends their representative to represent them
Surface pleasantry, yet everybody has buried their true identity
In such depths that the recipe is generally lost as to who they are
Incredibly, they don't even realize that they're your enemy
Tendency for treachery
Loyalties a faded myth
Amidst the rubble of integrity is where the script for balance exists
Like I'm Curmudgeon in life, but on the mic, I'm actually nice
Carry sharp devices in case you fancy a slice
Shaking off the goethite
Reuniting with my pen begins the ending of the emcees rhyming in my line of sight
I keep my feelings in check behind my virtual mask
Carry alternative identities in various flasks
Now it's digital and physical, the lines have been blurred
Either way I'm feeling normal with my surface obscured
Your socials full of posts of you living your best life
But you're fibbing, you've hidden that you living depressed like
The economy after the suits and ties have rolled dice
With your future, now you've folded over, perfect jackknife
And it isn't just you, I mean I'm full of shit too
Nobody really wanna hear about the fuck I've been through
But I was gifted with the gift of rhythmical precision
And I understand, how anapests, can manifest, an unexpressed feeling
So I use that to my advantage in fact
There's art in the facts, the artifact left after collapse
A deadly embrace, our faces carry shame and disgrace
We grapple with our brothers, plutocrats escaping to space
Elysium in real life, the algorithms precise
Black mirror device but my post is getting mad likes
And the virtual infection reflecting in real time now
So our masks cross with us to the physical line now
I keep my feelings in check behind my virtual mask
Carry alternative identities in various flasks
Now it's digital and physical, the lines have been blurred
Either way I'm feeling normal with my surface obscured
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Writer(s): Isaac Ross
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