Dark Matter

Every time that I look in the mirror, images distort, thoughts of onslaught are uncorked From that bottle that harnesses the power of the mind, yeah I stare, for hours at a time as it devours my mind, tell me what do you see beyond the reflective glass, respect The craft, never right, I was left in class, staring through the window where the weapons blast But these bars always protect me and never neglect me, unlike the ones out my window Everything that I've been through got me mentally fucked like a nympho, no innuendo, my Spirit been broke before my family bought a Nintendo, with a half they rent yo, listen My dreams are in limbo, what's a dream A vision of what life could be And all these parallels shook me, sounds one dimensional, which is the furthest thing from eccentric Flow My words extend like tentacles upon a Technodrome, tonight, we dine on word soup, lost, in these superb Loops, while I'm serving the truth, I'm the prisoner of the mind Practitioner of the rhyme, and that's what causes fissures in my spine, until my melon is blind My alternate perspective, reckless, a nexus of infectious word tetris, line for line Never gotta ask me if I got it, everything I say is hypnotic, see that mic in your hand, you gon' drop it And you gonna fold under pressure, like styrofoam on the flame, ayo, you motherfuckers ready know the name This is Kulent beats, and Dave Grymm, causing nothing but mayhem When it's a blue sky, we gon' rain (reign) again