im layin down in my bed. thoughts drift in 2 my head.
all these raps are comin 2 me and im bout 2 shead.
im in a daze. almost as if im in another faze.
my mind is so cloudy and its coverd in haze.
im takin over. this is like a new makeover.
a new me tryin 2 crumble like a bulldozer.
these arent my raps. i think i need a map.
2 get threw my own mind and excape these traps.
somethin is inside me. no longer S to the Z.
there is a demon twistin and turnin inside of me.
this is somethin i cant control. like a political poll.
this demon is tryin 2 take over a devour my soul.
i got to fight back. cus there is nuttin i lack.
ima get ready and go out on a full attack.
but wait, wuts this i cant control my thoughts.
this demon is sayin that he cant be caught.
could this be the end? well that all depends
if this demon is my enemy or a so called friend.
well im given nu raps. and ive filled the gaps.
but now i feel ima explode like a radiator cap.
busting open and lyricly just exploding.
this is no longer text but now an encoding.
tryin 2 crack this code that got me in a nu mode.
blowin clips against a demon and waitin 2 reload.
these arent my styles. and these arent my smiles.
im being judged in my own mind, like im at some trial.
but out of the blue, i start raping something new.
somethin that is mine and so lyricly true.
and now i found my self in a stage with this demon.
and we both raping for all the same reasons.
he wants to take control. and i want wut he stole.
and this is my body, my mind and my own soul.
so were now breakin it down, with new styles in hand.
i got to over power him and get wut i demand.
so after 3 long hours, i finally devour.
the demon is gone and im back 2 full power.
those styles were good. but my are still greater.
no demon can take wut i made as creator.
so im back to this mood. back in my world.
no longer messing with styles from another world.

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.