Everyone has to have an alter ego right? At least that's the way I see it. Hopefully El Hombre will make more appearances in the future.
It’s the tick tock, tick tock, tick tock ticker, snapped the time bomb to make his brain all bitter. BOOM! A deceiving subject of excuses to count how many words it takes to tighten nooses.
Loosened, a screw from his lost memory banks
Slipped into the cages of these animals and shanks
Who are we now? Only carcasses with vocal chords, spare my body, my tongue truly deserves the sword
This is dark brain, dark brain, dark brain, dark brain
A reason for the violence and all the bodies slain
If lyrics are redemption, consider my throat saved
Only for the music does my cerebellum drain.
Putrid, bile of slang thrown languages,
an art form made pop for techno savages
I’m averaging a neuron a minute
Accepting the world with no one in it
My eyes have seen the light and hidden
"You think the darkness if your ally?"
No, I feel I’ve lost time with all these light rhymes
Sprinkled the broken bulb glass across cloud nine
Watch these rappers fall from heaven to dark lives
I want to see the world like expression
Chest heaving, grasping for definition
Allow me to make the first incision
Ideas trickle down like blood looking for a mission
On your knees, praying everyone contrition
Yet if states of higher consciousness are dark brain
Find me in an alley with a Kurt Cobain stain
Gotham truly does invite pale clowns made insane
Ask me how I got my scars, El Hombre won’t say
Stitched lips, blame the rich pigs, soaking in their filth on MTV cribs
These penguin walkers have found solace in cheap bling
So much happy feet their balance is lost every time they sing
525, 600 hours to play a game
without renting Tetris towers
build your empire for King Kong to climb
the alleyway rats can’t reach such high times
scramble my rhymes, porridge for the lost nine
Pittacus find siblings, am I really one of a kind?
Because I’m starting to find a significant legacy
Is murder a choice for a boy split personality?
Pull teeth shaped like quills for the autopsy
Lodged where he bit body to find words hidden skin deep
These ideas have been running through veined streets
Where is my funeral for all the stitches I keep?
What a spectacle, this boy is losing his mind on a pedestal
Cut in half, do the math, I don’t care half as much as getting your cash,
This artistry is consuming, enhancing my tendency to be confusing
If all this mess resembling zooing,
then I locked myself with the lion of my own doing
You want extravagance or to revisit Bob Marley, to share cannabis
I call you blasphemous,
I’d rather reenter my own soul, a journey through thalamus
I risk ambulance but I’d rather take my chances with the platypus
That is quite analogous for my path, henceforth from your analysis
released November 13, 2012
Credit to Nujabes for making this truly menacing beat. And to reiterate I do not own this beat.