epilogue read the sole epidemic spread seeds giving hope
casting selections and suggestions of success to my oppressors.
if hip hop is a movement, i am the moronic reincarnation of kinetic energy
siphoned within toleration without a face,
you wanna know where i stand it's over your head
on your face. in this chrystalis i gestate,
just so you can mock my wings.
i've done too much slithering i'm now claiming skies
all this concrete wasn't made to trap my sound and mute my cries.
absorbing one another's lies perception is the window we shatter,
pick up the pieces everything is clear.
i've got a thousand ways to say nothing
so i cherish lyricism and freeform through farce,
my odd facade iconoclast no longer enslaved by the concept of bars
but still excited when the beat drops.
read me between the lines, i'm not blank space
case and point; blank stare. i stare into space filling in the blanks,
and i don't brainstorm, i shift cerebral plates until the rain comes.
so do you doubt me, or do you look around and you talk about me?
and are you afraid to make the same mistakes i never made? trick question,
i'm a riddle, a.d.d. riddling daily routines mainly seen in the wanted ads.
somebody left my freestyle before the abridged
paid toll, troll under bridge i gets gruff with a mask on.
dancing on flames until the clouds cry and crowds eat churning charcoal...

anticon, still fresh with a barcode,
moodswing9 still the static tie electron that bonds my vehicular molecular structure.
through ions, eons till the millenium bla bla bla.
you wanna join my revolution?
then wipe that stupid look off their billboard,
see there's a war going on for airwaves, props, and smart girls.
it's a small world a lot of big heads and small minds,
all competing to see who's got the biggest dick.
well i vie to see who's got the biggest plan.
i've got big words and catch phrases for emergency situations.
a couple of minutes ago i was chilling,
my insurance company dropped me, the other night i had my car stolen.
what the fuck are you gonna do to me?
i've had my ass kicked so many times my spine is in line
with the ability to only exist within my own sandcastle point in time...
get it, shallow threats and knives can't kill me.
i am the ideal of sole, the idea of being my own idol.
a superman superceding superficial people,
we can't do lunch i refuse to be fed or eaten,
and i don't wanna listen, i wanna talk until everybody listens.