Within

Go

Load him up in the back, body in the hatchback
God dang, just killed another one, havin' flashbacks
Man in the mirror saying to let him in
Just for once let the old me win

For the sake of killing every single word, single rhyme
singularity within, tick-tock bitch its time
Coupled with some trouble
The once pure adolescent mind

No longer innocent
But in a sense, I let the him in
Where do I begin?
2016 all over again

Do I pick it up where you left me? On the train tracks
Standing back
Waiting to jump on the tracks
Face the facts

Cryptological thoughts are pacing in your head
Mythological plots are tracing back to the pen

Down the ink well it goes, onto the pad
Look at that, man don't get mad
You missed me, Prodigal Son here, the diabolical one
Never had to curse or cuss in my rhymes
But now that you have no fucks to give, it is time

Fuck the haters, fuck the doubters
Fuck the traitors, I put in the hours
Ooh, whole world just turned sour
Man of the hour, fuck the upper powers

I became the chronological one
Blackened eyes, fuck outa here, I'm pathological son
One word connects to a universal web
No Way Home, time to spin the irreversible ep
I-sode, shit Izze I told you so
Look at the world, now its time to become cold

What do you say
Now that you tapped into your old self
A thank you is much appreciated
But remember to be bold or else

Time will slip, fate is gone from your hands
Your inner sanity is thin as a rubber band
KDO is now in the dust
BBR is about to rust
You're left in the music industry with no one to trust

Where trust is something and surviving is a must
That's like eating a pizza, but starting with crust
Drives half the people insane and like pineapples on pizza
I support, but fuck the motherfuckers that don't its just a

Slice of pizza, slice of preference is all that it is
But preference is what gets people killed, match this
With history's top ten billion killas and its true
Gotdang, that means you on the list too

But you never stopped, time to visit the yard
Full of filled and empty graves, look in this cart
It's this years album, but it's rising up the charts
That or it stays dead if you never work with your heart

Never work toward it, I look forward toward it
Time for me to get back in the mirror so you can soar towards it
Tell Zach, Hunter, Brandon, Eric and Estefan
It was good knowing them, as you finally lay to rest an ol' friend

But I'll always remember there'll be
A monster underneath your skin
Like Venom
Just call me when you need me from within

27, go and kill em
Stay menacin'
Time to dig graves and give 'em a taste
Of their own medicine