Catharsis

[RoQy TyRaiD]
Duality, Dichotomy, binary personality (x3)
Mental abnormalities, buried within various realities
Duality, Dichotomy, binary personality (x3)
Mental abnormalities, buried within various realities

[Daniel Plainview] Maybe it’ll change. Maybe no one knows that. A doctor might not know that
[Henry Plainview] That part of me is gone. Working and not succeeding. All my, uh, “failures” have left me—I just don’t care

Duality, Dichotomy, binary personality (x3)
Mental abnormalities, buried within various realities
Duality, Dichotomy, binary personality (x3)
Mental abnormalities, buried within various realities

[Patrick Bateman] And though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours. And maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable. I’m just – not – there

[RoQy TyRaiD] It’s almost over. Dichotomy. What up, Space Ghost?

A starving artist in the truest form/
College quittin’, garnishment from my delinquent. Apartment, little food in home/
Imprisoned. In entry-level hourly positons/
Drown in repetition, hourly commission/
Spittin’ takes precedence if schedule’s concurrent/
Should sickness develop with no medical insurance, endure it/
Gas tank sign flash, state lines surpassed. Relation/
Ship survives via Facetime and Skype, I hate Vine/
My gift is rappin’ trainin’ like Bruce Wayne and Richard Dragon/
Henry Ducard tactics Lucious Fox business practices/
All I need is a mask and The League of Assassins/
Smoke screens for distractions, Nightwing on my team and I’m easily Batman/
A social-introverted hermit who moonlights’ a civil servant/
Perchin’ over ledges, thwartin’ henchmen, formin’ legends/
Takes dedication/
Brethren vacated, pain’s edification/
Never complacent, the hell is “vacation?”/
This track pillagin’ practitioner/
Craft sinister, rap lyrics to attract listeners like black ministers/
I administer wrath, feelings get/
Smashed similar to gas cylinders/
I’m iridescent in your presence, I’m so hungry it’s depressin’/
Your skeleton and flesh are like delicatessens. Blessins/
I lunch on lyricists, Devourer of Worlds/
En Sabah Nur construcin’ Pyramids. The Legend cometh/
Multi-Millennial Kemetic Hunter/
Perfected specimen, genetic wonder/
My life’s depicted in hieroglyphics/
Renaissance artists would draw my picture with European wigs and a lighter out of spite and ignorance/
As a child I was deprived as different/
Deprived of friendships, through rap albums, asylum’s givin’/
Now my concert training process’ similar to Rocky montages/
I sport mics, a darker Bob Costas/
Growin’ in gray hair/
Old enough to have kids on my own, I’m enrolling in daycare or/
Holdin’ over my shoulders while strolling through trade fairs/
Probably die alone and it ain’t fair/
But I flow like the Californian State Bear/
Lost relationships parlay into bar patronage/
Toss change at waitresses, shots chaser-less, fought pain like this/
I’m nice, cyphers get killed with kindness/
Lyrics sharper than experiments by William Stryker. How’s this for silver linin’?!/
Y’all must be ill-advised to feel that my trials can kill my drive/
If hills and mountains yield to skies, than still I rise/
This Chula Vistan with true conviction, eviction to invictus/
Writing’s on the wall, alias superstition, let’s go!/

Duality, Dichotomy, binary personality (x3)
Mental abnormalities, buried within various realities
Duality, Dichotomy, binary personality (x3)
Mental abnormalities, buried within various

Yeah. Show’s over folks. Show’s over
Feelin’ like I’m barefoot walkin’ in the – middle of the summer

[Patrick Bateman] There are no more barriers to cross, there is no Catharsis. This confession – has meant – nothing

[RoQy TyRaiD]
Barefoot walkin’ on the blacktop middle of the summer
Feelin’ like I’m barefoot walkin’ on the blacktop middle of the summer (x2)

Yeah