YouTube Cypher Vol. 3 (Remix)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
What's gonna happen when you give a crazy masked man
The power of a beat that he saw people go off spazzing?
I'm wrestling with my art even though I wasn't tagged in
This intro part was better when the people heard "It's Dax!" man
Everybody wants to remix this, show their chops and be a whiz
You know me, I'm not in the biz of acting like the coolest of kids
I thought maybe I'd go a minute, spin the way the others spin it
Then I saw they dropped 12 minutes so you know I've got to test these limits
Not out of spite, the fire fight inspired me
So flight or fight, I'm flying right into a night of pent-up energy
But I don't see my enemies, no threat to me
So destiny is telling me that I have got to show the world the best of me
I had the longest reaction to the cypher, what else is new?
I might as well give all my disciples the longest remix too
And like a seam that's come unglued, you'll see that this is nothing new
But seems to me not to be rude, my seams broke by decision, dude
That means that all of my weird styles are done by choice, but they choose denial
So curse my flow, but this is the nile, and I've got four letters for every mile
So smile, we're just a minute in, the point is not to win
I'll point you to the bin, you're pointless like a pin
With points not sinking in, the point is that you're dim
So pointed I go in, the point of penning poignant themes is pointing to avoidant themes
Let's go ahead and talk about my mental enemies
Psychosis my prognosis if I let my mind ahead of me
Instead I'll be a better me while skipping methamphetamines
A better means of bettering is tethering on weathering
The lettering that's read for me, regrettably for pharmacies
To farm disease, I'm pedigree for emptying my penny dreams
Just one more pill and I'll be free
That's what all them will still tell me
Take two or three and then you'll see
This bottle's Hell that they sell me
So let's decipher this cypher that I am siphoning off
All the gas in my tank, it's not much so I can see that you scoff
But you hardly breathe when you cough, so you are caught guarding your trough
But I don't want food from that broth, I'll keep mine like vodka and quaff
Time to go back to the rambling, gambling, if the scene can handle me gandering
At the things that handily gather me to a place of bashfully bashing me
Bastardly battering my dastardly deeds of insanity, I-
Absently plead for a right to be tried equally to all the mentally uncompromised
Suddenly realized all these bars are ill-advised
Maybe I should just revise to clothes that fit a larger size
It's obvious that common sense is not enough for all of this
The audience dismissing this as nonsense 'cause they're missing it
But I will not change, so enjoy the ride
My grit and my drive will never subside
Inside I died, I can't deny I tried to call it quits and say goodbye
To both this song and I like suicide to try and hide from what I'd find
My mind in kind goes in rewind to show me what I left behind
And I can try to justify with grim reply
My supply of lying eyes is running dry
So prying eyes that look surprised or mesmerized by all these lines
I'll break it down and simplify
I'm saying I was thinking I should quit this, take a break
But I have heard that quip before and I implored myself to never quit
Out of fear I'd make a habit out of it
And if quitting becomes commonly written, I'll become smitten with the rhythm
And the next thing I'll submit into the pit of what I quit will be myself but when I split
I promised my kid that I won't be the cause of it
Flex, flex, you're perplexed, why am I not flexing yet?
Talking 'bout my mental state and suicide, a heavy plate
Don't get irate, it's not too late, turn off this song, it's nothing great
But if you like to hate, I've got nine minutes left, no time to waste
Call me crazy but somehow we're getting this done
Every single verse is by me but the haters say I'm no one
Third of the way through and now it's time to go to something new, but I can tell you
Are still scratching your head over what's been said, am I leaving you brain dead? Well, instead
Of going Code Red, we'll go infrared so the darkness of my lines that I send
Can be seen in your mind and then you'll be in for red eyes as you attempt to try to mend
What's left of your mental thread when you begin to comprehend
The master plan that I have caught you in isn't a feat that you're conquering
Don't ask for feats, I am walking in, you measure feet while I measure whim
You see the length but I see the brim, all of the thoughts that you're hiding in
Deepest and darkest and quietest sin, I am not here to go judging the damned
But I would like if I could to stretch out my hand and say I understand
But please follow my command, don't take offense from every reprimand
That I give, 'cause that, I can't stand
There is no way to say this eloquent, all of you wieners are just too delicate
Don't need a zinger 'cause I'm irrelevant
It's a tiny room, time to meet the elephant
I got no respect in this rap thing, people watch me reacting
Like I cannot do the same thing and this won't change a damn thing
Watch the view count understanding, that 10 or 20K is what my channel is commanding
But landing on plan B, you'll find me rapping or singing or screaming to a fraction of my own scene
If it's not ERB or Crypt, Dynasty, Eminem or NF, see
Nobody wants to come see me, they want a comedy reaction, a battle, or something
And maybe it's my audience or maybe it's just common sense
Or maybe I have got nothing to provide in my life
I really don't know, but here we are with another improv flow
You see, this part was a freestyle, bro
'Cause I got sick of writing lyrics on my PC though
I just decided to write down whatever I recorded
Would it sound good? Maybe - if it doesn't, just ignore it
Spice it up a little bit because I really just don't give a shit
But we're gonna keep doing this and doing this and doing this
I blew this, I knew this would never have the same sway
This was still freestyle, by the way, so let's get back to the writtens
Huh, so I'm gonna take this one and only break
Let me address and get some things off my chest
About the civil unrest and the things I detest
Like when I try to express my mind with a civil request
But some liberal pest call it offensive and comes for my neck
Nah, I'm sick of that deck, I'm playing new cards
And saying "fuck you" to the faggots and the retards
Oh, here comes a conservative asshole
Thinking they can sing along, but I'm afraid it's not so
'Cause you little right wings are frightening
Defending racists indirectly is, to you, a daily thing
What's happening? Why am I talking about the left and the right?
Sitting in the center as I sharpen up my knife
Not related to this madness, but still, at the same time
I thought I'd take the chance to just express my mind
So if you're feeling butthurt, well with that I'm fine
'Cause daily I see all your rambling, so for once, here is mine:
I'm not gonna stop, I am here on my grind
And I want everybody to know that this is my time
I hope you understand the logic in my notes
The madness has a purpose, it's not flawless but it has to do
The thing I'm tasked to do surpassed my dues
I'm asking you to bask in blue to empathize with who? The tragic few
The ones you knew but then outgrew when their minds went astray from you
It's hard to do when through and through, they make life tough for others too
Let me tie in to make amends, making foes from what once were friends
The toxic spectrum of political ends keeps the world divided against forward trends
So in the center where I sit alone, I'm wishing for a calmer home
For someone to agree and grow to help those who go lost unknown
I'm lashing out against the bigot spouts from all the sides who think they know what it's about
Yet the casualties of a pointless fight are both the victim and the dynamite
Killing those who struck a chord - but to care for their mind? Well, we just can't afford
One side throws pills and social justice, the other side says "toughen up, it's nonsense"
Nobody entertains the obvious truth, just be good to them and they'll be good to you
Maybe you get the formula now
This entire We Skeem thing is a mental showdown
So breakdown these break down bars
If I go too fast, I'll lose control so I brake down hard
But I'm feeling like a villain with some disregard
For the willing little fill-ins and their subpar bars
Pedal to the metal, let me go and crash this car
Not like anybody ever thought I'd get this far
I guess I must have gone and made a blunder
Sounds like the beat and me are now six feet under
So let me resurrect to some musical thunder
Might not be a rap god, but I'm a lyrical wonder
Did this whole thing in less than 24 hours
And made a video too, maybe I have got super powers
But the hours that I spend on the towers that I can't bend
Are just another glaring signal towards this whole tedious trend
Blame algorithm or the cards I've been given
Or lack of true rhythm or whatever critique that you've written
But no matter what I keep spitting, I know there's something missing
And what's absent is an audience who is still here to listen
'Cause seven minutes down in this insanity bout
And if you say that crowds will listen, then I'm casting my doubt
But I'm not here to pout or shout or cry about not getting clout
Yet still I tout, some babes will sprout, this beat's my bitch, no pulling out
So when I see them whine and spout, I know my kin are lashing out
Now it's time I set about to teach you kids through savage rout
Am I dead again or is this just the beat?
Give me a sedative so I'll join you in sleep
No time for this guy to close eyes with your kind
This genre is not even my primal design
So wake up and you'll find me in the places never mentioned
With the artists making music for the cookie cutter wreckage
Get the message, this appendage cut off all that was infectious
So this mess is what is meant and it comes without imperfection
Don't ever think that I do something by mistake
That I tune 'cause I only sing fake
That this goon is my only take
You snake, you'll see that I only make buffoonery
To make sure that they're really all listening to me
But gee, there's nobody here, just me, isn't that so weird?
OGs, they all disappeared in my comments, all the loyalty are recently here
To be clear, let's dissect my own fear
Do my fans, like friends and family, not want to stay too near?
Maybe once you get enough of me, you have to steer clear
So then after a song like this... oh dear
No time for existential crisis, we have got four minutes left
It's time to exit tensest mindsets to floor the remaining guests
Here's a test, if you're impressed then comment saying "purple breasts"
Circumvent what makes sense, all I want are purple breasts
Rappers are whining and endlessly pining, they're throwing out disses or constantly crying
Playing like Flanders, so okily-dokily, all of your manners are overly blown to me
Sow your own enemy, shocked by bad energy, ate poisoned fruit but you're blaming the apple tree
All those who disagree only fuel apathy, I am above all the drama
I'm here for the music and imagery, keep your bad karma
Just try to imagine me rolling up on yah
If that makes you feel more a man than a goner
Then do what you need to put bridge over water
Yeah, so let's go a little dumb with it, gliding with the drum a bit
Make you wanna move it, yeah, kinda wanna hum to it
Shake your little bum to it, no need to be glum, do it
Yeah, burying the hatchet
Don't go acting ratchet, everybody catch it
What the hell am I doing? I don't even know
I guess this supports the whole mentally ill theory though
Who's still listening to this blistering breath of fresh air, call me Listerine
Handle with care, nitroglycerine, shake me up, I'm not whistling
My missile is coming in
Homed on trash meant for hitting me, say "you gotta be kidding me"
Just look at me, talking like I'll blow the scene
But the only blowing in my life happens when I'm off the screen
So shout out to Mrs. Skeem, I don't mean to be obscene
But all the goals you little kiddies have just don't relate to me
I'm rolling with the ones who aren't in it for fame
The Skeemers doing it for art who don't care about a name
Listen to me, listen well
Try to rue me? Go to Hell
Can't undo me, but it's swell
To see the people who were jumping on me all just fell
I outgrew you, can't you tell?
Never knew you, no farewell
Fight is over, ring the bell
I've got more time for speaking on my mental Hell
So might as well just talk about the things that no one gawks about
You're jocking like my cock is out, not wasting clock on pocket clout
There are people who are ending it and rappers are defending it
Picking fights, no dogs in it, spotlight so they're hogging it
I'm not talking 'bout all the petty disses
Or the name-calling or going after each other's misses
Know what I'm dismissing is the vision they envision
When they talk about depression as if, to them, it was given
You see, it used to be you'd write a pining sad song
If somebody broke your heart or your life was going wrong
But all these phonies see a market like a target
They trade heartbreak for depression and mislabel with their argot
I know they don't know the whole show
They think feeling sad is as deep as this hole goes
But when you are like "we true" insanity full shows
Insanity manatee, never had sanity, unsanitary fantasy of aquarium man in tees
Going Covid and spread disease, global warming and chopping trees
Leaving warning with bloody knees, but it's storming, there's no relief
That story was not of me, but there's a plot in that prior scheme
About a stocky stalker fulfilling dreams by turning tricks for some self-esteem
Sucking dicks hence the bloody knee, just in case you weren't following
Nothing's hollow in this hollering
So in case you are thinking or mistaking that I'm on a RhymeZone kick
You better roll back this RhymeZone prick with a dictionary quick
And understand I'm just dexterous, but you can call me slick
Time for hippity flippity dippity slippity, simply sinfully dastardly lines
Shout out to Crypt and see all of the hip MCs rocking that grind
One day, the grind will be sharpening knives to the industry all in due time
So I leave it to cool guys to revise the dead eyes of a culture gone wrong fine
I'm not the hippity cool kid, see, nobody cares for my anarchy tries
I'm man enough to admit that my thing's not appealing to most generations of eyes
So the people who rocked this original cypher, it's on you to continue on raising the bar
'Cause a crazy masked man spouting off like a viper is destined to never well go very far
Not taking it hard, Captain Picard, calm and collected through enemy charge
Skipping the stars, straight to the trek, got to keep going or life is a wreck
Only a speck, what you expect from an annoying and violent insect
Try to perfect my dialect to find different ways just to say I'm a mess
I digress, it's time to stop, I won't impress - I'm like a cop on house arrest
So what's the point of wearing vests, expose my chest, so take your best
Go for the heart and nothing less, aim for the rain, what happens? Guess
Your bullet fails to penetrate this mess
Little pest, you can't outsmart the best
It's best to try to make me feel less
Come at me with whit and you are failing the test
Time to summarize all the themes within these rhymes
Not what it seems every line, but there's some things to keep in mind
I got talent, hide my face, crazy person, a disgrace
Mental illness, got a case, use this platform as a place
For others who fill the same space, the cool kids call me 'poopy face'
Admire those who did this thing that I am getting done with haste
Inspired by talent showcased, shout out to all those making waves
We give a different energy but you are not my enemy
For this ending scene, let me tell you what I mean
I think that we can triumph over mean by celebrating similarity
And differences that make our mashups a hilarity
Like Carly X scaring me or Feral comparatively related to my mentality
Everybody there impressing me, de-stressing me for 56 minutes of ecstasy
The beat broke, so take this as a thank you theme
From a weirdo saying "keep doing your thing"

[Outro]
Yeah