Poetic Autobiography

("Of the perspective shift that I was trying to propose
Was the certain turning inside out of the ego, of the self
Getting rid of the idea that I am some agent that sits in the middle of my brain
And then runs the body like a puppeteer")
Yeah, uh
Alright let me stop playin'

Extraordinarily gifted
A talent that can't be evicted
Anyone can tell you this shit
A blacksmith of my craft
I craft inexplicably vast
Enough that it could pop ones ass, and make him forget he ever had a past
Alright look, I'm reelin' in the flow with the hook, and this verse as my bait
You the fish at sea, and all I gotta do is wait
Patience is key to a game this intricate
People play the game but I came in flippin' it
Showing 'em that there's more than meets the eye
Surprise Muhfucka!
Stand back and watch a real one catch real hits
As I go through college taking the money I split
For a better future, one that doesn't' involve me getting injured
Endin' up in the hospital where the wounds they gotta suture
Are just of the flesh but not of the heart
Wait, got lost in this shit, press restart

Back in it, Back in it, Back in it, Back in it, aye
Back in it, Back in it, Back in it, Back in it, Back in it
Back in it, I'm back in it, Back in it, aye

A simile endin' me gettin' the better of me
Readily spittin' this energy, legacy merrily
Heavenly, hand to heart, head to sky as I get on one knee
America, you the shit
If you only had the balls to admit
That there's one thing you think your country could do without
The illest people alive: Minorities, ain't no doubt
What I'm trying to say is, I see so many of us trying to make it up there
Unknowingly walking into a trap
But some of us already know, that
America's greatest money comes from the ones that rap
But we still follow the smell of money
Uh
I don't like manipulation, or feeling like I ain't under control
That's why I got free will, just look at the steer of this flow
Really just be chillin, take a shot of penicillin
Cos' ya man is really ill and I'm infinitely killin'
Anybody tryin' to stop
A man this hot
Give ya head knots
And you cannot get caught in the current
Might as well call SWAT
Hit ya girls G spot like nah
Just boasting
This shit is so dangerous
Poetic Autobiography
I'm about as ill as they come
The one and Oni
You think imma stop doing what I love?
Fuck y'all and what you think
Cos' if you think I'm not going to make a difference you should
Blind people could never find they way out the hood
All imma say
Anyways, yeah

Ayo, y'all hear this beat though?
Shout out to my man Cy Beats for this, man
Shit dope

("It means for instance that if you're doing a theory of vision
You have to break the idea that the product of vision is a picture in your head
Because if you got a picture in your head you gotta have some little guy looking at the picture
But we have to move beyond that and realize that, no, there's no little picture in the head")