Hubris

Conspiratorial cryptographic informants with motives more than malevolent Most of you remaining motionless with no control Simple cats guilty of sinful acts With history amongst all of the little rats and the voles, rodents Don't test my wisdom, I got power like a piston There's no intermission, everything I do is without your permission Watch from the distance if you think it's too hot in the kitchen This is for enrichment, purpose and clarity in the midst of Dishonesty and dispassionate callousness with tunnel vision Optical image split villains in the temple like a prism Pinpointing figments, the fictional projection A semblance of realistic conscious existence with the paranoia Setting in and a solution seeming too far away And it's hard to focus with a new distraction every day Don't get offended if my response don't got the heaviest weight It's nothing personal, I'm just overwhelmed with the games Cooking plots in a stolen home At the pot rocking glocks pushing dope on em Acting like we don't know What you're doing with your doors closed I don't wear a vest, but you know I protect Pulling strings like a marionette Now everybody's in debt It's coming time to collect Little bitch, rappers getting soft like a Beanie Baby My squad, yeah, we're sorta like Beanie, baby Put that mac to the side of your biscuit Take all of the chicken, then I dip quick Flying down the freeway like a falcon, the outcome I'm taking off faster than your faculties fathom See, my eyes are as wide as they have ever been I'm wrecking you, him, and him, tearing you limb from limb Don't call it grim, Zim - Gir, yeah, I'm growling at you And I'm all about that cake like a prowling fat dude Robbing white folks like a thousand raccoons My classroom is open, take it in like a vacuum But honestly, these niggas never pay attention And it's a dangerous world when you don't take the lesson Acting all confused when it gets messy And then they gon' repeat the question Most folks I meet on the daily, they just don't introspect It's dusty mirrors in attics, I guess you can't reflect Pick up the Swiffer and put down the fucking Percocet I guess it's ironic this parallels the 1 percent Cuz we're programmed for history, but not so much the present, yet And honestly we ain't likely to hit the future tense Cuz elderly white niggas been making stupid bets If we get past the Corona, then climate change is next Cooking plots in a stolen home At the pot rocking glocks pushing dope on em Acting like we don't know What you're doing with your doors closed I don't wear a vest, but you know I protect Pulling strings like a marionette Now everybody's in debt It's coming time to collect