The rhyme’s authentic before I invent it
As intended, it’s inherently scientific
And I ain’t talking complex
I just mean trial and error is always a part of my process
Rigorous research shapes each verse
Plus life experiences, to me it’s church
So let me dress these words up
Limit the curb stuff, add an absurd touch
Just to annoy closed-minded on purpose
Style in surplus
I need more than hardcore, or thee allure of blood and gore
SO, What are you rhyming for?
Naw, what are you living for
That’s what I wonder more
Like…If life isn’t wonderful, then what should I struggle for?
And that’s rhetorical, I know its a paradox
If I can’t have the answers, at least give me the building blocks
I’m talking to higher forces, I can’t reveal my sources
I’m too busy counting up my losses
Running diagnostics, if it takes a lifetime
To read the data Imma die exhausted
What a hellish process
