This Is My Brain

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Jack Dawkins

Jack Dawkins, better known as the Artful Dodger, is a character in Charles Dickens's 1838 novel Oliver Twist. The Dodger is a pickpocket, so called for his skill and cunning in that occupation. He is the leader of the gang of child criminals on the streets of London, trained by the elderly Fagin. The term has become an idiom describing a person with skilful deception. more »

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Non-violent but I'mma make this shit slap
Mostly sober, still gotta nice six pack
Who you know that's this gifted with his syntax?
Paid my dues, I can't wait to pay my sin tax
Penetrate your brain, swinging like a pickaxe
Never settled so I'm always on my zig zag
Keep it fresh, got my bars stored in cling wrap,
Don't yoke the Joker you might catch a case of whiplash
Chappaqua product but I'm training up at altitude
Haven't made it but I'm here still scouting views
Do it for the kids, bump this track after school
Jack of all trades, modern-day Howard Hughes
Form Megazord with my team, power move
Karma balanced, drinking dew making flowers bloom
Space travel, chill on Venus and her outer moons
Father to my daughter, tell her I'm so proud of you
I'm an 80s baby, mainly brainy
Spazzin' lately, maybe crazy
Hella rabid like I caught a case of Hades Rabies
I had Grandads in the Navy, raised on Southern gravy
Bald as shit now but my hair used to be super wavy
Flowing like Euphrates
And the Tiber, like Tiger
US muscle, drive a lime green Viper
Vobaculistic sniper, sleeper in the cipher
When I make it big, Jordan ones on the rider
This is my brain, high on freedom
Writing year-round baby cooking with the seasons
Keep your school of thought, I believe in truancy
Never found my crowd, I'mma build me a community
This is my brain, void of reason
I left my hometown, so I rep my new region
Language is crispy, pop, crackle snap
Everybody buzzing off my lyrics on tap
You lookin' tragic, written by Euripides
Off the top nicer than each of your writtens be
Fans gas me up, Jack you always ripping these
I can see my stars align, serendipity
Hate fakeness you can call me bad actor
Grew up in the trailer of my Grand Dad's tractor
Didn't like my story, I had to add chapters
I wanna clever girl, mad love for bad raptors
No chill, born without that lax factor
Watering my seeds, grow my green grass faster
If the money and the fame come before you play the game,
I'm afraid to say your thinking's bass-ackwards
Spreading love, weilding Cupid's arrow
Wanna pirate my shit, call me Jack Sparrow
Boutta cowboy up, caballero
Dripping hot sauce, like I'm wearing habaneros
This is my brain, high on freedom
Writing year-round baby cooking with the seasons
Keep your school of thought, I believe in truancy
Never found my crowd, I'mma build me a community
This is my brain, void of reason
Left my hometown, so I rep my new region
Language crispy, pop, crackle snap
Everybody buzzing off my lyrics on tap

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