Insights From the Brain

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Yo, Highest Town Entertainment
Yeah, Joe Pitt, that's my name
Yup, check it, yo, yeah
I'm the microphone moodilator, style innovator, never a hater

Whatever goes on in this round, if you style or written
sessions, professionals, emcees will get taken out to the trash bin
Cause they talking too much shit
I spit relativity, progression of music pieces put together

As one dimensional beings, superhuman as you, we have been since birth
We succeed, no matter what ethnic background
Black, brown, sinful natures will prevail if you let the drive of evil come to your life
Wife up, pair up, like an NBA athlete, footwear like Air Jordans

You know what I'm meaning, now I'm scheming to plot
To make money, power, educated moves in the horizon
The sun rises in the east, but I'm the lyrical beast
I manifest like gangstar, the moment of truth never hurts

Until I bust out my lyrical tongue, gunning you down
Underground hip-hop rap sound is what I put in focus
My crew, we swarm like killer bees and locusts
Take a inhale of this medicinal, regression marijuana

And life will be easy from pain and anxiety
G
Alright
G

Watch the attack from the back, I got that
Double checker, I'm the map, the nuclear black
Out
As a matter of fact, I'm non-diversal to attack

The perpetrating jack, who's unconsciously unknowingly rewired
Am I not sad
It's a fact, don't look back at my big sack
It's a reminder of all that you lack

Megatron bombs, I'm gonna stack
After you realize I'm coming at angles, front and back
Hold on
Where you at

Okay
Don't try to come back
Changes come like the seasons
Asking yourself, what's the fucking reason

I'm your sire
Jet spitting flames, setting mics on fire
Walking black boots, telling the truth as soon as I enter the booth
Life goes fast, this is 40

Still got game
Spit game at a shorty
Fine like cocaine powder
Pacific Ocean glistening, that's where I'm from

Yo, listen
Drank too much Henny, I'm pissing
My ass is what you're kissing
Herbal smoking recreational, the sensational one

Second to none, sit on my throne
Bad bitches get boned
Holding my own
The king like James ruling over my kingdom

Street disciple look up to me like the Tower of Eiffel
We don't play that
Live and live in color
I call me the clown

Make you run circles
Direct impact, feel it in your soul
It don't stop like the earth rotates
We can go round for round

Witness the fitness, just minding my own business
Beats get badder than bruised
Original rap shit
Something that you ain't used to

Survive the streets holding heat
Reciting, enlighten, brighting minds open
Red dot scoping
Shoot the shit, killing bars, deliver dope lines

Tony Montana shit
The world is fucking mine
How do you feel
Explain how infinite your mental feels

How does the universe corresponds with all the matter
Power from the shadows of the dark matter
A gravitational pull
Facts that co-exist with all the unlimited DNA

Real matter with facts beyond a massive flask
Tears of an alcoholic big deal
Relative
A relative of old pace

Respect never lasting
Fulfilled
Upon a timeless underground master
High, high speed of an unfortunate life

Gears beams beyond the universe
Unproven certainty stomps a cry
Providing nothing of a false nor truth evidence
No lies, truth to our God mighty of the universe

How do you feel
Explain how your mental feels

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