Tape503 (feat. Pehoz)

Elegant as the words I conjure up In my dungeon Locked in my mind My thoughts grow hideous Details masking vivid imagery experiences Lump Them all together I become the sum A body chasing funds My funds purpose spawn clothes For a daughter Sparing men with closed hands I host tour through glass covered roads Rocky filled with pot holes I see through then pop those Gliding cross masses I float Passing foes exercising Loop frames, bending working through peep shows Peaking through 4-D holes Off the other producing nothing I see oddities transversing across consciousnesses to reach the other side I extended my reach off a leash Left floating I glide through searching space for the next place to regroup and unless On the other side I found my way On the other side my influence stay Yeah I know I focus thinking I know this Lying to myself I lost it and it started to show So I maximum my vantage Transformed then terrorized Avoidin' blasting cannons I'm calm while they panic delicate as hands purses More focus than a surgeon I'm killing these foes The picture I see starts to focus Focus, focus Yeah I notice shifts in the tides on the ocean I know better Just water off the liquor I'm feeling better Drop the pills Lost the nightmares Now a storm brews when I change moods My brooding ripple water Movin' fronts in weather Fighting through disaster I'm never better Speedin' through to the edge but no suicide My end goal is to reach a life after mine