I think I'm lost in a bad mental state
time to narrate
Shall I proceed, or shall I hesitate
There is rage that lies inside my soul
Unlike Bruce Banner, I've got this under control
I'm a DJ not a rapper
Just a fake
Is this all a mistake?
Self doubt plays a part
in this intoxicated lyrical art
Time to press the button and hit re-start
Now the temperature is rising
Hardly surprising
in the recording booth there's no air conditioning
and let me just mention one last thing...

Dubstep is a nice accompaniment to a spliff
If I was back in Scarborough,
I'd be smoking one down at the bluffs on Birchcliff
All I need is a whiff and I'm like a cop dog, right on top of it
I'm probably still there getting high in spirit
Now it's prescript and legit
I just keep brainstorming and correcting it
Now placid and sober
I quit all my vices back in October

No more coke, chain smokes, ecstasy, or booze
Never going to stop marijuana
That's the last thing in my life I need to loose
If I'd had too many beers
My thoughts would be unclear
Armageddon is near
But this is nothing we should ever fear
When you die your heart will be put on a scale against a feather
I hope we're all getting our shit together
Because nothing lasts forever
Our energy will be recycled
employ karma as if it was tactical
The possibilities of the subconscious are un-imaginable
or maybe my mental state is still unstable
Disable all others who are capable
which defeats the whole purpose
will this rap be racking up bills on my karmic purse
Spit out another verse
The universe is filled with black holes and other things I consider... whatever...

This is the break you've been waiting for almost two minutes
If I dodged a bullet would anyone give a shit
The rhymes that I spit are sometimes demonic
Throw out my spikes and buy a designer sweatsuit
Are there aliens infiltrating us
who the fuck knows?
Weather changing microwave gadgets
The U.S. military has a step up on us
Thank god for Alex Jones
with his invasive and angry political overtones
The military sends out spy drones, satellites and taps our cell phones
Is this marijuana paranoia
or has my third eye just been opened?
And what's happening on the dope end?
All that's legal is tobacco and alcohol
both of which will inevitably lead to your downfall
Kids, stay in school all you need is a good memory
If I had that I wouldn't be a rap hack and stuck on my laptop, still smoking weed.

Two minutes in and I'm just starting to begin
My patience is wearing thin, my ego is my evil twin
Let me look into all this madness that surrounds me
It's dubstep, so welcome to my mp3
Sometimes I scare myself with my thoughts
Once I start thinking my negativity takes off
and then maybe I need to cough cause I calmed myself down with some cush
I just needed that little extra push

Still possibly an addiction for my affliction
All I know is it gets me to the kitchen
I'm not Zecharia Sitchin
but I can tell something is missing
from our history and interpretations of the bible
Who can figure this stuff out, maybe I can
The eye in the triangle is covered with powder
I read a lot of books and I smoke a lot of flowers
It gives me superpowers
to decipher instead of disremembering it all away from my brain.
What have I gained?
Sustain to overcome the events from which I came?
When there's no one left to blame
You become a rap hack and bask in your lack of fame
Why can't I remember?
My brain I've dismembered
My idea was burning like a flame, but now it's just an ember
I became a pro rapper, but never turned thug
and accomplished it all with my brain on drugs.