Senile Batman

Senile Batman goes slow with the flow Figures out all the shit that you already know Every time I'm high got me putting on a show Like I'm Sherlock Holmes (But he's really really slow) A dumb night glides kinda like a kite I spread these wings, drop beats mid-flight I'll leave them all in Arkham, that's the Archive locked them all up tight Been robbin it all this time, but now I'm back to show you how I write No fear from crows, stay far from hoes And keep these blunders in my sight Pardon Cat, I'm not so used to red hoods being so fucking tight Oracally speaking, I've been seeing fleeing from the sight Jokers stay away cause of the last bat dudes were tryna bite My style will spread a plague, I will invade and set up new skylights A burn out with the flames wearin hellbat in this firefight To keep from freezing, beating through these beats and show no feeling Thought I saw a penguin, but I'm hanging high all on the ceiling Just like Bruce I follow clues and try avoiding karmic keeling Figuring with little steps how I can stand up from this kneeling It's like I'm always ranting to myself when I'm alone So I opened up a notepad and had started with my phone Started talk to text, but what came next a wholly different tone Started making lyrics, and if i say so some fucking fire jokes Finally confidence in self, I owe my thanks to taking tokes Now just like the old days, I've been lighting up these holy smokes Didn't work before, but now ignore rap practicality See, weed for me did not agree, like it was on an effigy But now with flower, I got power like my name was Luigi I'll blink these flames against these dames, miss jane has come to set me free But hard to ride these thoughts of mine until the end of line I mean, I get so lost until I crossed a clue, or two into I'd lean Figure out what I was tryna say this whole damn time Ilean So come on, tell me between us, where were the other drugs going? Senile Batman goes slow with the flow Figures out all the shit that you already know Every time I'm high got me putting on a show Like I'm Sherlock Holmes (But he's really really slow) I mock Schumacher, freeze those nips my flow's colder than Snart's full clips Avoiding poison ivy, I will nigh be back to getting whipped Just wait for my return and sit forever while I'm on this trip Now I'll admit I tend to get off track and crack too many quips So Nightwing won't just listen, he's too busy practicing backflips And Dick just hates me, can't corral in his reality hose grip I'm stranded out without my wings, on top of things I broke a hip Detect a way to get back to the manner in which I'm equipped Back to the lines you see, my mind is basic fragmentality To hold a thought too long may seem like an impossibility The good ideas flow, I talk so fast that I can hardly breathe I've lost so many punchlines, got a bane of short-term memory Thank God I got so many, got the brain of anemone Figure it out like Summer Sanders, can't let go, got mental beef I'll lure em in with a cure to toxin, box em in with that belief I'll riddle em with these punches, chain him up secure so I can leave Alfred's got my meal ready, he gets angry when I'm tardy I jet back to the cave and save a place for all the Bat-family Debreif everyone properly, slow down but theirs won't stop at me Be sure to ice the jaw, the lack of teeth can leave you real rambly Unbearably, nowhere I see these rappers, very scary? please, I know you swear to God they body but he ain't here so swear to me Senile Batman goes slow with the flow Figures out all the shit that you already know Every time I'm high got me putting on a show Like I'm Sherlock Holmes (But he's really really slow)