Mellow Deliverique

Let me pierce that complacency,
you harbor it ungracefully.
Facing me, most mc's would agree
it's not the place to be,
my metaphors are predators
to competitors, devouring edible artists
like their hostile editors.
Rappers are wrong to think
they're strong enough to bomb
on the Savage.
A long season for this cabbage.
Donning new johns, feeling my baggage,
hungry for the next mc that I can ravage
and as far as opposition my disposition is this:
switching flow positions, we're spacing spots you can diss,
so now you can't. I leave you right where you stand,
make fans mad to see you planted with the mic in your hand.
I got em speechless, the tongue reaches the lips,
but my thesis is repeated in the head and they forget
all the words and confidence that prevents their honestness
committed to admit- they're not half the mc fonix is.

Well I've been steadily plottin' and I'm looking for the answers.
I'm not talking about mathematics or finding the cure for cancer.
I need to settle some squabs nestled in my brain,
it's the struggle between light & dark, pride & shame.
And sometimes it feels like I'm running in fucking circles
never seeing the finish line as I jump through all these hurdles.
They say the world is round but I'm not sure I believe it yet,
until I scale Everest and retreat deep into South Tibet.
And I believe that dreams are not only dreams but reality too
and one day I'm going to climb into the sky where a pterodactyl once flew.
It's true, nothing is false.
Except for the fact that we're dancing in this cultural/psychological waltz
called American life.