Some Jots

Bust out some jots Before the rot Then punch into the time clock Walk around like a stain Trying to maintain my brain Not apart of any scene Because I lost the fuckin plot So you know it's time to rock Make no mistake got shit on my plate But I try to stay a fighter These Pacman biters in a maze with ghost writers Shit gets hoity toity and annoying But centaur sapien not a one trick pony Okie dokie convey thoughts in the phantasmagoria You can go ahead phone it in like Nokia pipe dreams can get turned into pipe bombs Thoughts need some lights on Tunnel vision or blinders Harold and Kumar dimension hop call that shit sliders Some infinites bigger than others So the infinite just another limitation Gotta get calibration Trying not to get lethargic The world is colder than the artic Yo that's why computers get frozen I'm just trying to stay floatin In the oxytocin Regardless if they copy these cats can't kick it They get catty have a scratch off no lottery ticket Or dj competition Easy to get haze in the brain lost in the dome So it's wise to keep it My own lane yo Even if I still got punch Not always trying to gloat with the upper cut Sometimes just floatin in the cluster f*ck