Art of War

Neural synapses, my sense of time collapses
Writing rhymes is a habit to make sense of all the madness
The masses, confusion, The Truth an illusion
We talk about humanity but I don't see the humans
All I see are animals, keeping secrets like Hannibal
Cannibal, eating emcees, my methods mathematical
Multiply the forces of nature when I record this
Twisted thoughts of pain, psychological torture
Pleasure in my brain, I will never be the same
Don't take it personally, I just came to play the game
Rhyme throwing, time slowing, mic holding
Barrel smoking, not breathing, eyes open
The afterlife, hard to fight, archetype, martyr like
Spark the light, start to write, treat it like my chance in life
Sacrifice, had to make, man I put it all at stake
No mistake, stay awake, contemplate the moves I make coz

I settle for nothing less, the standard's really my best
The bars just another step to get over these minor threats
Kick them them out the nest, I'm talkin' man versus nature
I'm in the Matrix, flying, jumping across skyscrapers
Mind over matter, I see right through these rappers
My time is moving backwards, flip the script on all these actors
Not be mistaken, don't say your soul's awakened
Our soul's already taken by misinformation
She said she'll let us free but I have yet to see
Humans living in harmony, leave the astrology
It isn't hard to see, but it's hard to breathe
Man it's hard to eat, the food blocking my arteries
Part of these, harmonies, calmingly, dropping, prophecies
Hypnotically, profitably moving consciously, part the seas
Of anger and hatred, sacrifice killers and rapists
Then kidnap and educate the presidents of corporations