Sunday Skool

Alright students your professor has the floor Tune in with your eardrums for soliloquies and more But never ever live in fear of all these mimicries of lords Just take in all the chemistry between the flow and chords Can you feel it? Paint off the canvas let it flow Unicorns in my backyard yeah I know They say the sky's falling so I tell a buddy I see the sun smiling like in the Teletubbies Three faces keep the last one to myself Trust is wearing thin like the leather on my belt Scared to leave the house don't want my ice cream cone to melt Started soft but no more like it's water on some felt This little light of mine burn it till no wick is left Sharpie on a chalkboard my flow is permanent J-Ice Inc. welcome to my chronicle Making moves and they always economical Point of views picking sides like Bionicles Watch the world from above through my monocle Count my grey hairs just to know what time it is I lost my Audemar and my mind with it Lyrics lately got me sounding like a nihilist But I'm only heating up like the climate is Trying to touch me is like fishing for leviathan Speaking of touch I got Midas Switch it up one two ShangChi kung fu Clout is what they run to Chilling with the fun crew Watching out for voodoo I'm the best who knew Walking in some new shoes And they don't really fit right Vipassana told me I should just sit tight I'm being pulled in up into the bright light Transcending all of it but I just might fall Only way to get through is with my blinders up Y'all are pitching fast balls I'm still winding up Letters that I need to write are steady piling up Hopefully I can get to them before my time is up