Hallucinations

yesterday thought I heard voices, that told me to stab every rapper I come across with

demons stuck in my throat as I rhyme I’m feeling nauseous

oh shit, someone call Moses, I need him to split this ocean I’m facing I’m trying to get across it

fly but still walking on the road to success, listen I need to get closer than this

can’t just cut my losses, I need closure for this

sagged my pants for years and now I need to patch the holes that I’ve ripped

tears run down my cheeks as I feel I was tricked

feel like my punchlines could never match the base when it kicks

so if I’ll ever blow up it’ll be cuz I’m rapping to the beat of a bomb as it ticks

yeah maybe I’m bonkers and shit

but better hide in your bunker when I’m coming to conquer you place

plunder and slay, I’ve been plotting for hundreds of days

blueprints in my head, and I’m a few inches away, from coming with guns, throwing my conscience away

why would I enter a game if I ain’t had a chance to prevail

that would be like putting on swim shorts just to go stand in the rain

that would be like punching myself till I’m bruised just to say that I’m Wayne

just to fight Superman and tie Lois Lane on the same lane as an oncoming train

yeah I train, even with a sprained ankle

leave bloodstains on the pad, little chest pain could never astray me from my path

say what’s a Fenix to me, when I hold the ashtray in my hands

foot sleeping on the gas

running from the past and I can feel the future catching on me fast

a lot of rappers seem so focused of only matching the demand

me I could never understand a brand

I’ll lay waste, throw your Apple in the trash, boo at you and spook the game better than a Monster-can

too long you’ve slept on me, now my name’s written on the hour hand

get more done in a day than Jack Bauer man/can

listen I still remember the cowards laughing at me

when I was average damn, I wonder what happened at me, can nothing match the power that grabbed me

was studying for exams, while blasting Bar Exam

now probably end up writing rhymes on the backside of my college degree

we’re tapping into my thoughts you following me

not what you thought I would be

working with demons that once were torturing me

that’s the soldier in me, soul cold as can be, never known to retreat, never noticed fatigue

mind of an artist and that’s how it’ll forever gon’ be

Michael Scofield escaping is what raising the bar is to me

I’ll make it rhyme when I breathe a sigh of relief

if ever there was that type of sight to be seen

always liked to think that one day I might just succeed

mic skills like Mike Tyson I beat, competition

box competition

six feet deep with infinite ammunition

what I am to you is a musician but if you look the reflection shows a man on a mission