Tracking through hate

Verse Life's existential grip, grab the stencil and the pencil, flip,
Make the stuff you meant to, 'cause I wouldn’t care if you couldn't get that lentil,
Outta the mess before the new Mr. Occasion,
Listing all these dissertations, one second of hesitation feels like a year, frustration.
I wouldn’t care ‘bout this institution,
Insta-stimulation, institutionalized, bruising your eyes,
Gotta see those thighs sway before the end of the day,
Before I’m getting aid from too many drinks, lost in the sink.

Lucy’s in sync with the mood I’m trying to create,
Everything else feels great, like hip hop intelligence, pure irrelevance,
Elephants in the room, ready for the reality, trans-mobility,
Ancient tones from Egypt, wrong translation on the palm,
Hating, waiting, catering this rinse before I can set it,
Trying to edit to the end of the beat, moving my feet,
But if the beat don’t conform, I’m like a swarm of locusts,
Taking all the vitality from the melody, breaking reality.

Salt and pepper shaking, instead of bread,
We shake it, don’t fake it, like the rope of dope,
Chopping off and smoking till I choke,
Tobacco ropes from Samoa, memories in tow,
Ableton’s my music program, bouncing cleverness,
Delete the beat sheet, sheets piled high, you see.
Bamboozled, give me a blunt or two, smooth vibes,
But I’m here to choose you, freestyling this flow,
Over this album, bro, cycles repeating, yeah, let’s go.

Chorus So listen, maybe you need to look at this shook list,
Pushing the max, no theme to rap on,
All in my mind, seeking mental health for November,
Lyrics sparkling, marveled, navigating darkness for a harbor,
Chopping, changing, rearranging vocals,
Locals looking back, slap happy, McDonald’s dream,
Monopoly matches, but competition runs out,
Frustration rising, hitting the streets, never back down.

Outro Got the whole scene made, but there’s an app caught,
Throwing dots, can’t see the lost pot,
Like a medic aiming at my attic, feeling chopped,
Bringing it back to the top, ink the hands,
With Taylor Swift vibes or lyrical lemonade in my plans,
Tracking through hate, making a whole new state of mind,
Twelve songs breaking lines, taking dimes for a dollar,
Holla back, follow me with a link succinct,
I’ll be right back, in the blink, ready to rise, no shrink.