Mental Explosion

People try to understand
This mad man, who roams the land
So slowly like a tram
But I'll be damned if I get derailed
So many fools tried to go large and just failed
Beached like a whale, fools better get off my trail
Mental explosion, the dope will prevail
While the weak just bail
I look pale cause I spend most of my days
Inside, writing in a daze
I'm told instead I should be catching sun rays
And the beat just plays, with the words I say
Refreshing like the sea spray, she say he say
Getting me frustrated in the most uncomfortable way
Being high in the hay, won't take you permanently away
So sway this way or that way, put that cricket bat away
It's more than okay to express who you are
With magical moments like Jafar

Well were back again, a reminder of no end
With messages to send
In order to extend, through the twists and bends
More than just a trend, hip hop's my friend
So when ya using the pen
Write only what comes from within
Foolish MC's spin lies and grin
With the pin point precision
These words I spit is just how I'm living
What I'm giving is what I've got
Ya tellin stories without a plot, what a crock
Malabar was the original block
Electric shock, from this pure hip hop
Have ya shittin in ya jocks as the clock never stops
Ya gonna need a mop for those spillages
You abandoned the real
Like the Kosovans fleeing the villages
However they had real reasons
Still it's just us speaking from our own experiences
Mental explosions got me seeing mirages
Not the hardest, feeling delirious
Mysterious lyrical corrosion's
Boasting and braggin, labellin and taggin
Is only draggin the weight of the world on ya shoulders, getting older
Wiser, the summers hotter and the winters colder
Yet still I hold the mic with positive hopes
And over the beat I float, so analyse the words that I wrote

From the mental explosion I almost feel pleasure
Relaxation is this mans treasure, no vendettas
A man ready for a variety of endeavours
I elope in the hope of peace forever
But those chances are washed away by the rainy weather
I keep getting better, the letter being M
Rhymin more than now and then
When people play pretend
I find it hard to comprehend their excuses
Lying to me is useless, I'll see through it, stupid gooses
Dimwits, with a lifestyle that's ruthless
Bullshit reduces the rhymes quality
In all honesty I'm not about bodily harm
See the way I charm the mic like
An indian and his snake, out the basket
Dudes grab the mic and just don't know how to pass it
My flows well crafted, got this shit mastered
Fuck the quick to judge bastards
I get plastered
And still keep my rhymes fat like Andrea Farcus
Regardless of the critics, I'm a still gonna kick it
Flip it, hit it
No bullshit with it, fit it ,in the way I like
And as time proceeds I continue to write words of my life