Chemical Highs!

Kissinger Has that fat pill-popping piece of shit died at the hands of those Chocos yet No, Mr. President is still alive, sir Prepare the N Bomb Since fourteen, receiving chemical highs Reside in west, down south, you know them seminal lines I got my criminal ties with my subliminal mind Felt like a sentinel who's sent to issue warnings and signs I'm a drug addict, so I'm addicted to binds You know I love static, had to sell the game for a mic Poor sound quality, the only point of pain that I spike The sine wave, full of all the fuzzy grain in its bite Psilocybin, show me only one is fake, who am I Vision blind, I'm a mouse bat, no trace in my eye In the maze, be amazed how I trace you in lines Using echolocation, there's no escaping the grind of my teeth Usually I'm kind, but my peak's getting sidelined Youthfully been nice, but the niche ain't think twice, right For a time, me and homies ain't speak, I lied All this swine in my beak ruined my life I started guzzling beer And walking round sloppy, let me offer you cheers That's four cups of coffee on my colon With IBS brewing in the slew of a tear I started smoking this year But it's still a pack a day, if anyone cares Life's such a waste, why waste it unclear I'm drinking bourbon, that's cheaper than beer I didn't grow up urban, but shit, more urban than Peers I seem to drift with the log, just floating away Into the mist and the fog, find my boat full of pain And I dug myself a moat, so I'm safe Keep it hopeless and fake, been losing motion of late But then again, the ocean tend to hold for its sway Globes seem to be colder today Snow globe thrown a dome full of rage Fore, aliens infecting the brain Poor, aiming for my section of great But still I'm just a peasant in chains And they say that life a present Look, I'm looking at the present of days Remember that your thoughts ain't nothing to praise You're just another pumpkin in a pack of punks and some fakes