I caught the mandrill with shrill screams, blue face and red lips
Head drips with spinal fluid and amino acids
Thoughts fell from my head top
Made my skull snap when your tape popped
I stick my head up in my nightmares
Sprint the track in rotting Nike airs
I played the dozens with the Jake's
Your jawn shatter be the percussion life hard before the prosperous rush in
Touch the sky like the blue-eyed bandits and fiascos without the lupes or fanfare from Ye
Only the stolen and forgotten thoughts like a second middle passage many will be lost
More will be tossed and even more, will be catfished by the fools who shout like fanatics Dreams and nightmares blare as I watch us dive into oncoming traffic