Remember me? Probably not but don't worry I wouldn't either
What's that? Another Tom Bomb blowing out your speaker
As Luck Would Have It yeah we're still at it as addicts
I can't imagine not participating continuation's contagious
Case in point present time demonstrating of dedication
To the craft crept and came in correcting laymen from Basements
Deprivation led to hatred self-destructive detonations
Incessant steps never taken no betterment never changing
Take a taste of your medicine MC's steadily checking them
Microphones ready to catch wreck resting in pestilence
Unbeknownst to them this Plague's spreading as many messages
Over these Slanted Sidewalks into their heads in essence
It's a test a never-ending development meant to deaden this
Sorry excuse for a scene pardon the truth that's in me
However it's impeccable pen or pencil or pedestal
I'll find a way to send it bet in the end it's inevitable
Evident as most bred-to-be-better-than-bests' recreant
Delicate mess centers never hesitant to predicate
Let us commence sentencing set to extreme prejudice
Carry it out recklessly swift as a six-legger
Reinforcing what's important swore to remain elusive
Force a facing-of-the-music of sorts and then make them use it
The lore of one day removing a sword that would slay the stupid
Exsanguination taking place as blood pours to the pavement; putrid!
A portion of the portrait painted in pain is the main cue or allusion
Not illusion to what happened factual truths
Rather than subterfuges the latter is what we're proving
To gradually eradicate damn if you don't approve it (prove it)

As if that even matters nothing's new under the standard
Pay attention to the man who's standing mic-attached-to-hand
And as he gathers up attention spans and spans the time he's asking
You oblige attempts to expand your mind perhaps you might imagine

A summoning of the Kraken (cracking) drums entrust in that which
When practiced becomes fact in Lovecraftian manner magic
Stylistically it's interesting gripping these little factions
And their fictions while continually envisioning attacking
Their attempts at rapping rapidly rabbit-in-hat trick patterning
Plastic passion passed in a panoramic view panning
And it seems as if it's actually that which was never had
Yet in reality the fantasy-as-fact is damn near canon
Teach a way to rearrange it please and thanks be gracious
And pray that is the way to manipulating impatience
It's a razor-sharp sensation making an art through statements
Breaking apart clichés without waiting to start creating
Never cared too much to meddle in affairs I don't find relevant
Whether or not it registers with me isn't a requisite
Setting up a new precedent reminiscent of negligent
Until then catch me pressing on with my pessimistic preferences

As if that even matters nothing's new under the standard
Pay attention to the man who's standing mic-attached-to-hand
And as he gathers up attention spans and spans the time he's asking
You oblige attempts to expand your mind perhaps you might imagine