Enigma Video (MV)

I've never enrolled in a rhyming academy
I got an arsenal of words that equates to a panoply
I stay locked in the garrison as I write under canopies
The plan? Keep rapping 'til death rots my anatomy

See I've been known to break a man down like emasculation
Dissect an MC when the pen is in operation
Microphone and pencils be the surgical utensils
The sound of your vital organs composing the instrumental
But stay still, moving is consequential
Might strike a nerve incorrectly the pain will be exponential
Fulfilled potential, pen and pad is essential
Until I'm buried and six feet deep is my residential
Wrapped in my music sheets I'll die in a verse
And the words that I kept in memory exude and give life to the earth
Rhymes are disbursed, the world I need to address
Won't keep you long, my writing is terse at the very best
I try to craft a style that's diverse at the speed of jets
But I'm caught inside of a fight I'll return at my own behest
I convalesced, my mental is rested
I'm back on the streets protesting for power to be contested
Complacency's not accepted, for the people subjected
Make sure the enemy is bested and every luxury wrested
I'd ease the penalty but the screams of the peasantry
Hold me accountable so I veto the plea for clemency
In the public square execute the dictator
If anybody tries to stop it shoot the invader
Don't feud with the traitor settle for a mule and an acre
Working people are separated from the fruits of their labor
And all the production, stop the consumption 'til laws give us justice
Keep on the path toward it and withdraw from reluctance
Every attempt to reconcile involves a discussion
But many efforts to dissolve the corruption devolve in dysfunction
The result is disruption, ruin the status quo
Blow the roof off the building and to the stratus they go
Rip the head off the beast and reduce the atoms it holds
I flamed 'em inside the booth but I had to let Drastik know
So I can expose the ill behemoth
Where the powers that be plot schemes at the very zenith
Around here I'm no stranger to controversy
Without a shred of mercy indict the entire clergy
And all its preachings 'cause I hate the abuses
The malignant power to brainwash the greatest of students
The nature of humans molded by the lamest of movements
I'm not a religious person though the name is allusive
I got... a personality that makes me a nuisance
By the way that I disregard you with blatant insouciance
Creating this music how I take a flame to the fuses
Call in the bomb squad it'll take a team of eight to diffuse it
Stop making excuses for yourself or you will fail
Don't be afraid to go break investing in you, you will prevail
The work necessitated is never cheap or on sale
For the deaf, dumb, and blind I wrote it in basic sign and in brail

I've never enrolled in a rhyming academy
I got an arsenal of words that equates to a panoply
I stay locked in the garrison as I write under canopies
The plan? Keep rapping 'til death rots my anatomy