Hold Tight Misunderstood, misguided maniac, Lacking social skills and will to fit your mold. I told your kind before not to expect the world From I who hates the world, I'll burn your flag unfurled. Propel my anger past rage, What you thought was phase is the air to my everyday I raise a fist against your rusty cannons Abandon my every shred of decency Devise plan to topple politician in vicinity Your ideas of liberty, archaic You took freedom and enslaved it. I don't portray the role of revolutionary, Just slice the jugular of society on a Tuesday While crews play cypher-cypher-freestyle I listen to Miles with inverted smile inking scrolls in exile. Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks You pose no threat Behind the ears you still wet Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes, Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes. Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks As my mind grew you slept. Expect no friend from this form I took You mistook me as one of your own I bleed words of the griot onto poems Lonely wanderer, There's no honor amongst thieves, There's more than amongst Mc's Who needs enemies with friends like these Quick to deaden pulse for that Maltese mic Beware the Cannanites performing pagan rites At twilight as last of the embers glow bright One can see the looseness where things were once tight. I prefer reciting prose over compositions by Riech. Recite.... They impolite..... Neophytes..... So trite. Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks You pose no threat Behind the ears you still wet Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes, Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes. Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks You pose no threat Behind the ears you still wet Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes, Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes. Infantile attempts by heads at bending necks You pose no threat Behind the ears you still wet Hold tight to stereotypes like Newport cigarettes, Pitbulls as pets, and bootleg mix cassettes I vent my anger on all angles Would strangle angels if they'd let me. Suspect entire populous in attempts to suppress me Left empty when all I trusted rusted thin... Able to see true layers, Undefined tongue I spoke to familiar strangers, now seems even stranger Cradled that blue baby in his manger until I grew too weak to utter lies Stomach filled with roaches not butterflies I sever ties with all of you who despise me. Welcome to the truth, undefined reality.