(Intro)
Broken…
6 phones…
1 computer later…
(one hand as well)
Was in my second psych ward…
When I wrote this shit…
Just tryna shteig… daa!
Y’know what I’m saying?
(Verse 1)
Psychosomatic. Psychodramatic
Yes I am a psycho. Yes I am a addict
Yes I am a psychonaut. Thought that I was past it?
Yes I crave the motherfuckin’ grave. Fancy the casket
Yes I stopped my medicine. Scattering the passion
Lacerate phalanges as fantasies abandon
Fuck rapping in Madison. Fuck rapping in Hamilton
I’ll never be as satisfied as Lin Manuel Miranda
Maybe I’m just scared to try. Panicked Pam from Scranton
Maybe I’m a pyschopath thrashing through the ashes
Fuck riches. Fuck bitches. Fuck my parents glances
How long do I have to wait for happiness to happen?
(Chorus 1)
Six and One
Six and One
Sheva Yipol Tzadik Vakom
I have the strength of 100 lions
Forgettin’ depression, I am an icon!
(Verse 2)
A banshee, I’m ansty. Anime, I’m Chancey
Hanuman, I’m inhuman, on my back chimpanzee
Spittin’ wet as juicy tips of putrid yidlipped cigarettes
Gloomy in Jerusalem. Tepid suicide attempts
Superman, an ubermench
A booty call from Loony’s bench
Duty calls, Unruly Wench
Jerk me off, I’ll do you next
Next… Millenium
At the present I’m cemented, sentenced to Soteria
Extraterrestrial in a planetarium
Sensing that I’m close to home, but closer to delirium
Actin’ dumb. Smashed & Drunk
Sharin’ blunts at Paddy’s Pub
I guess I’ll Wikipedia the weather in Philadelphia
Know thyself by having fun, Apollo at the Delphie does
But I can’t see like half of me
A Marshall Mathers selfie, son!
Feelin that God damned me, the whole entire pantheon
Quesy like my stomach sea, a bubbly spume ad nauseum
Went from bein’ troubled youth to fuckin’ DFW
Ask Jeeves on a cracked screen for BBW’s to jack semen
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been thinking. Whatever happened to well being?
Religion is an illusion. Religion is a psychward
Fuck I hold the mic for? To push a fuckin’ k*ke war?
Seen the light in like form, for lightyears, like four
You think you’e seen this fight before? You think my pain is like yours?!
(Chorus 2)
Six and One
Six and One
Sheva Yipol Tzadik Vakom
Leveled my people, one dozen onions
Forgettin’ depression, I am an icon!
(Verse 3)
We past the bologna, I’m passing you over
Mesiach Ben Yosef, I’m Podeh the Chomer
So yo, Buenas Noches to all of your bullshit
‘Cause I am all over this whole parshas bo shit
This missive is open to faux theologians who veil Torah’s beauty like Madame Psychosis
They’re lambs to the slaughter, their doorpost is bloodless
Too daunted, exhausted, to go on Exodus
No sense diagnosis as focus approaches
You living’ in Goshen, don’t omit osmosis
From comas to doses and bogus hypnosis
I’m richer than Joseph and doling condolences
Soulless and hopeful that my magnum opus
Will blow away Choshech like God to the locusts
Jazzin’ like Ostertag. Happy to roll the shag
Pass it like Stockton and then Post Malone it
My argument is cogent. Yours coinc’ like go fish
Your opinions, hieroglyphic. Hypothesis nonsense
You’re Sandy with no hits, like Oceans of Koufax
I’ll go brisk and split it. Don’t forget I’m Moses
(Chorus 3)
Six and One
Six and One
Sheva Yipol Tzadik Vakom
Dissin’ these bitches. Disinhibition
Forgettin’ Depression, I am an icon!
(Verse 4)
Enter the desert of trial and error
Sidestep the side effects; Vile Zyprexa
Mensa and then some. Lexicon. Webster
But light a semester, can’t fight ‘em. I’m Ester
Analysis, Paralysis, like David Foster Wallace’s
Paranoid from Cannabinoids. Depraved and caught; Psychotic’s grip
Poisonous fangs; at a loss for whitening strips
And lo for the earth had no void, facing formless darkened depth
Master Beta Amyloid. Glazing at that fucker dance
First I gotta find myself, then remind society next
Fame can attest that I’m fuckin’ possessed
Blame it on trauma from bumpin’ my head
Hypersensitive and under duress
Hyperconnected. Cognitive too fast
Every reflection so expective, negative. I need a sedative
Demons like seasons, go effin’ repetitive
I cannot function!
Like whence the executive
Mental health plunging
Neurons defective
Hero of the generation with neurodegeneration
Time on earth, limited
Headsick. Death imminent
Extra existencial crisis
Shit’s poetic, isn’t it?
I’m numb and perplexed, it just doesn’t digest
How did I get here? Young and distressed
Yeah I’m a genius, some are impressed, but there ain’t no such thing as dumb and depressed!
Mum tongues and digest what I’ve come to bequest
Whirling thumbs press like they clentching my neck
Done wondering who will come at me next
Dubbing none happy, until he dead
I’ll go Dionysus on moribund men who prever joining ISIS to conquering quests
Life is a journey towards the promised land of aware self-possession, come here…
Take my hand
