The Too Genders (feat. JOEY Z64 & Klopfenpop)

The trendsetter
Live from the left end of the bell curve
Read a letter to my enemies
Said Run me your self-worth, I'll see you in hell
Words are perfect as they need to be
Joey Z is dead & you can tell because the tv screen said it

You know the giant glowing box would never lie
Joey Z's alive
The resurrection will be televised
In other news, Joey Z is fully mechanized
With red retinas & a metal heart that's been weaponized

Back to normal now
Word to Rick from Morty's or whatever
Shut the portal down
I heard a different story about your life than how you wrote it down
You never held a gun but you're rapping like you Caponed it out

Your rap quality based on the shortest time took
My hair longer than your rhyme book
Check the facts and you can see what I mean, dude
There's only two genders left
Me or Selene. Choose

Not true. There's only one gender. It's mine and you can't have it
I've arrived in a flack jacket with a sack full of bad habits
Unpassable trans santa but in a dragonlance setting
Hitting damage per round averages that when halved are still mad deadly

Sweaty, you do the math
I'll do the next adjacent exit
And I may suggest your next two steps retrace your first impressions
Pay attention to what's flexed
In cases packed
With stacks of thousands
Now it's raining cats and tigers like the bears ain't been growling

Throw your hands down to the lycans and define it "Achieved balance"?
I'd rather just draw lines and decline the preceding challenge
Romancing the slung stones, picking bones out of slim chances

I fancy myself the type that probably takes a pause eventually?
Then make a fist of brass
And take a knee
After Joey's funeral, ask them to open one more track for me
I'm actually a necromancer, this rap shit is all dead to me

Never met a gender that I didn't misunderstand
If I even have one it's a kitten on a trip to Japan
Or the hidden message in a prison striker's list of demands
I'm the cryptid in your pineal gland

I spread your fists into hands and plant empathy
Get you listenin' to jazz and black chemistry
Whatever we are we pack remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy

I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man
I am the scar on a colonizer's dominant hand
I am a people still in want of a land

So baby off with the brand, full genre-agnostic
Music or human, fam, you want it you got it
Not I. Chosen over assigned
But mine's busted, hear me rattling like it broke off inside