clock in

nodding to the knock of a bootleg somebody prolly dropped off from Gotham

brought it in a tall black bottle with the nozzle popped off, they told me it’s hot and not to swallow fast

or i’ll cough like the last kid who rocked up in docs and got knocked for talkin too loud in the wrong part of the walk up

caught up in thoughts, a lot of what i jot got plotted in boxes, spot check concepts and clock in

i’m honest, stopped short of options, polished it, dropped it, awfully solid, plotted the launch like a rocket

got stuck in the potholes, bars and the promise i offered, trauma i boxed with logged in a journal from Target

i’m not in the pocket, i’m walkin with progress, talkin through loss, authored with a conscience

they said it’s competitive, bet, i’ve been better since sentences, measured it, heavy like Ennis in tennis

relentless with pen in my grip and the leverage to sever a critic who slipped with a petty ass message

vetted in sets with the deadliest guest list, i’m never indebted, no bitch shit or edits

just minutes and effort and metrics you couldn’t invent if you edited credits

i let it reset in the mental, centered, direct as a header in seconds, deflecting their mentions

and stepping on records they pressed just to test me, they said it and meant it, i let em

morning’s distorting the corners, i’m orbiting, floating through borders

stems to disorder, balance like tapes in a patrol crate with a worn out recorder

meditate sideways, pen in my left, breath in a five way delay from the neck down, nested like a cassette now

blackout, basements that packed out with rap fiends, sample it and wrap it in wax sheets

been bootin on loop with a rootkit that nukes your whole route through the group chat, you knew that

move back, I’m proof that the new class grew past your flu raps

i’m two tabs deep, cracked scuba mask full of junk stats

fun fact, i’m dumpin on tracks like a dumpstat bard with a bug out bag

rapping while I backhand bad hooks, lab rats gaspin, i’m past them, ran laps while y’all crash like Dashlane

mad cause your fanbase vanished in a flashbang, grab space in a flat gray van with a handshake cam

and a plan to go ravage your fanpage, i’m half crazed, sat down, mapped out ten bad rounds

marked up in sharpie, i’m hardly alarmed by the barking, an arsonist marchin through tarjay with parchment

and markers for targeting, dodging like narcos in car chases, order my thoughts like a waitress

who knows that the lobster was brought in and cost them mortgage, i’m off in the orbit

like portis in Portland with 14 reporters recording the chorus, of course i was bored of forbes lists

i’m more into foreign shit, court dates, award shows in four states, been war taped, boxed in like cornflakes

plays in the bay from a DJ, i rotate, sharp with the long blade like a tall james

harden, been strong with the song names since they played back in dog days