Intelligence Equals Madness

[Melodic Aggression]

I had a lucid moment, within my Madness. I Had this, idea from the mind of a Savage, I've been through Anguish, to the very extreme, now I'm speaking the Language, of Angry Emcees. Vanquish my Foes, I'm Merely better, Clearly Enter a mind that is Nearly Severed. Ask about my life? Repulsive and Repugnant, I wanna be Impulsive and Exultant. But I'm just a nerd, straight from the Ghetto. Got my Stilettos and a bottle of rum, inside myself I Bellow. Growing up, had to Educate myself, since age twelve, no one was there, I never had some Help. I never had a father, to tell me that he loved me...kiss me on the cheek good night, but man it's funny, I'm my own pa, I had to Raise me, myself and I, going through brutal winter, I had to kiss myself good bye. Before the Pistol Shouts; I die. End of Story, I'm tired of this Interrogation, my flow is poison without Sterilization, no Ejaculation. I just speak True Statements, gaining new patience from crew agents, telling me that what I did was All for Naught? These stupid fucking Bigots are making me Distraught. Laying on my Mattress in the middle of the square, looking at an Atlas, that I found over there, ripping out the axis, of this horrible world, with an assortment of girls, and before we die we all say.."Intelligence Equals Madness"

[Melodic Aggression]

I had a lucid moment, within my Madness. I Had this, idea from the mind of a Savage, I've been through Anguish, to the very extreme, now I'm speaking the Language, of Angry Emcees. Vanquish my Foes, I'm Merely better, Clearly Enter a mind that is Nearly Severed. Ask about my life? Repulsive and Repugnant, I wanna be Impulsive and Exultant. But I'm just a nerd, straight from the Ghetto. Got my Stilettos and a bottle of rum, inside myself I Bellow. Growing up, had to Educate myself, since age twelve, no one was there, I never had some Help. I never had a father, to tell me that he loved me...kiss me on the cheek good night, but man it's funny, I'm my own pa, I had to Raise me, myself and I, going through brutal winter, I had to kiss myself good bye. Before the Pistol Shouts; I die. End of Story, I'm tired of this Interrogation, my flow is poison without Sterilization, no Ejaculation. I just speak True Statements, gaining new patience from crew agents, telling me that what I did was All for Naught? These stupid fucking Bigots are making me Distraught. Laying on my Mattress in the middle of the square, looking at an Atlas, that I found over there, ripping out the axis, of this horrible world, with an assortment of girls, and before we die we all say.."Intelligence Equals Madness"