The Code

Speaking in code, conspiring with criminals
In a mode that's entirely subliminal
It's like in bilingual when I'm in control
Everything except the kitchen sink at my disposal
Fire in the hole, wider load coming then your frontal lobe
Can probably hold, where's it going to go
Likely fly over your head like a subtle joke
These motherfuckers think I must've misspoken, nope
Intentional with the pen, building suspense with these
Pent up thoughts that I let out and vent
Message is sent, hit the inbox of the recipient
I got the read receipt but did they really get what I meant
Can I get through, standard issue lit fuse
Built myself a little platform just to misuse
Reckless in my excessive prose, but there's no excuse
For this provocative shit you wrote just to get views
Talking the talk and I'm walking it
So constant with these song snippets
That you getting Thawed Out lodged in your consciousness
Dime a dozen rappers are common as Honda Civics
A bottomless pit, just how am I different? I'm authentic
Sick of these dog whistlers taking up oxygen
Elon went in a conquest for Twitter and there'll be consequences
I am in the business of content creating conversations
I consider commenting on these debates an obligation
Whew, let me catch my breath, then get back to
Illustrating my points with an Etch a Sketch
Every skeptic went narcoleptic, I mean they slept on me
Homie, lyrically no one matches my depth
At these raps I'm adept, more than half of a step
Ahead of these amateurs attempting to establish a rep
I have to respect the hustle I suppose
So here we go toe to toe
Bout to unload the whole arsenal

Don't shoot the messenger
I'm just bringing you the truth
Don't shoot the messenger
Point of view is bulletproof