Descartes

F*ck all of this shit F*ck the pressure F*ck oppression F*ck the system It's all a trick Not a savior Ain't messiah Ain't prodigious Pedagogy failing me Went to school and I got that degree A master's in writing the notes to my dreams Manifested in the lyrics to songs Constellations telling me I ain't wrong Come and take a big dip of my sauce Drowning inside of black ink on the page Black ink like space And gimme my space Bring that shit back Looking at money like tarot cards So bring me abundance and bring me cups Fortune teller no PDA but PHD in word sorcery Niggas really think I feel them Hope they don't, I be Descartes Niggas really think they flexing You ain't All Might knock it off This shit all that I feel Tingling senses like Spiderman, Inside of my matter, I'm running miles Moral is niggas be bugging out Jump to conclusions, Bugs Bunny And a tummy rumble So its lead to page like Tommy gun Tommy Oliver, morpher the mic Mighty morphing, please don't act like you Zordon A minion and I'm being polite Suck on my thoughts, Y'all really be lice Never on me I'm getting Mizani for hair growth I'm letting it down once the hairs long Jojoba oil on beard and face Clear skin and a clear mind Glowing like Fenty Highlight And I just might be onto something With the self-care And a drip like monsoon Remember moon used to follow me home Follow my gut gust of wind follow eye of the storm Typhoon inside of my room Used to the mess and picking it up Weight that you carry like tonka truck Keep it buck Outta luck Caught the goose so you better duck Heard your shit Ain't feeling nothing Unfazed, and a little numb I. M. P. A. R. Be Looking for some shit to feel I. M. P. A. R. Be Looking for some shit to feel I. M. P. A. R. Be Looking for some shit to feel I. M. P. A. R. Be Looking for some shit to feel