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[Verse 1]
I'm a lyrical imperialist
And rank six wordsmith
I'm spewing straight balderdash
And makin' scholars' minds crash
My syllables per second are a bit on the acidic
My mouth'll cause tension
So I'll need some knit mittens
My conjugated words are burned n' turned from Oxford
I'm enunciating so quick that they're coming out mock-words
I'm smooth as butter and I'm hypnotized
I'll flutter 'til I stutter n' mutter and then I'll realize

[Verse 2]
I'll sit on the edge of the sea-side harbor
Harboring within much of what I'd like to desire
I'll hover over the others and see once for myself what
Bubbly slumpy fеatures I'll inhabit once I'm up therе
And after a mainstream hurricane sweeps the charts
I'll be the generator of words when the light hits dark
I'll power those slow poke blokes' minds afloat
And become the paragon of consuming cereal oats

[Verse 3]
Twisting off the lid of my mind would be lethal
You'd be scooping up bugs and bolts with a table ladle
It's fatal, for a sneak leak is bout to be certain
Like carbon monoxide
Snuff it out with a curtain
Now my brain's all garbled
It's lost all its marbles
To say that it's fine is a real thinking emoji
'Cause at this point
Decisions of my own volition are truly below me
(If this is low quality, then... my life is Minecraft)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a cyclish-monotonous dream-fillled kid
Who's locked himself shut with a twist-off lid
And has let time click on by on an analog clock
'Til I overload on memory and shock the lock

[Chorus]
So I
Will zap through the lines
And I will try
To peek at my mind

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm a cyclish-monotonous kid with a dream
Who'll spend his days locked in a shower routine
And has let time click on by on an analog clock
'Til I overload on memory and shock the lock

[Chorus]
So I
Will zap through the lines
And I will try
To peek at my mind