Uh, makin' hits in such great succession
Takes a mind with some great direction
So while sometimes I be hella stressin’
Like [?] denim with Odell Beckham
See, faint of heart? I weigh eighty cars
And my ace is hard, why'd he show affection?
Imaginary friend beat the clutch on some metaphysical aftermath
When these [?] around me I feel like [?]
I'm Mojo Man but I’m fickly built
Sickly skill with that mental ill
Internal screaming "He need some milk" and I need to chill with that
Journal entries getting way too abstract
I might see Jesus on a Dali Cross if I keep on playin' with tesseracts
And man when it get this bad?
Thought back to when I invented Mag
Thought back to pen and hit the pad every day
And these whispers slowly might start to change
Be careful what you wish for, huh? Might just open Pandora's
Dystrophy in my morals and my chest beatin' like morse code
Perspectives keep me unsure of shit
Now God is lookin' like [?]
Upside down in these kaleidoscopes and I see no God in these foreign halls
Just money grabs and a slick suit with a haircut that says it all
And a judge fresh from a Motel 6 with a dominatrix just crush his balls and I'm tired man
But at least I got a couple hired hands
And the [?] loves it when I keep it coming I [?] for weeks and months and then-