Birthwrite Freestyle (Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions)

DJ Unknown & DJ Mekalek ft. Birthwrite - “Birthwrite Freestyle (Brothers on the Slide: The Lost Freestyle Sessions)”
[Emcee(s): Birthwrite]
[Producer(s): [?]]
[DJ Mix: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]
[Scratches: DJ Unknown and DJ Mekalek]

[Verse 1: Birthwrite]
My critical thought process rejects mechanical. The circuit
In the machine that don’t compute—uncompatible. This pattern’s
Spontaneous, painstakingly untraceable when practicing
Practically, since infancy, I got no need to be packing
An infantry. Advance a level, bringing Unknown
A six-pack of root beer and myself a rebel
A million-and-one miles above the Devil and still below
Sea level, but never settle. We spin his face upon
A pebble. Combustible, I’ve seen so many people
Under pressure and patience wearing thin like anorexics
No exits from this Little Rock. I span like settee
Expand my presence in this jungle with a machete
Fuck anesthetics—I’m giving these politicians lobotomies
And sitting ‘em in front of televisions with tunnel vision
And telling ‘em what’s on my mind. Exile’s hard to find
Traveling for eons, in search of peace of mind

[Verse 2: Birthwrite]
Yeah, stay medicated with caffeine at Earl
With opposite effects for who swings extreme from birth
Like a true Gemini, quiet at first—why?
Don’t know, but a photo couldn’t capture my curse, reverse
When I total a stereo with my tidal flow
Forget a title, bro. Without a mic, my hands are idle, so
Skip the recital, spit raw nerves without
Venom—just adrenaline, speed without amphetamines
I feel I’m letting in so much. Mind in flux
With many things to say, but only faulty lines erupt
Change the landscape and add some space between your temple gates
Trying to reach, ‘bout to rip out my two shoulder blades
Hold the weight—not a pound or O-Z
Just a collective insanity ‘cause something chose me
To feed a little more. Lowkey, gotten neurotic
‘Cause the gods must be crazy, trying to make this a product