Vacillate

[Verse]

Out the frying pan from my last lab

Landed smackdab on the fast-track to the backdraft

Flags wagging at half-mast, they killed

Our freedom of expression with the questions that they can't ask

They went and half-assed the last half, I’m

Coming from miles, wrapped up in a black mask, I'm

Running through lines faster than The Flash passed

With computations you ain't contemplating in your math class

If I laugh last, I’ll laugh hardest, but

Most of the time, this shit's half-hearted

Bad seed from a bad harvest, you can't [?]

[?] like a graff artist with craft markers

It's been a rough couple of days.  All this

Coming of age tend to fuck with my brain, nothing to say

Super pissed, patience up, up, and away, rusty

Anchor, this motherfucker's stuck in his ways, ay!

Call him Sandor Clegane, he a hound

Hе gets around, he a man [?]

Delusions of grandеur as he ran toward the fame

Trapdoor as he grabbed for the last strong vein–wait!

We all gotta learn lessons

For those who never heard the message when it's first mentioned

Perfection isn't worth stressing, see

Life's a test, and every third question is perplexing

And the truth has been euthanized, and

You could be fooled, especially when you use your eyes, and

The shit that leaves ‘em stupefied on supersize

Who am I?  This shit confused my mind since junior high

Hi.  Whose face is this?  It changes quick

It’s feeling like a Matric glitch, I’m looking for Agent Smith

[?], I'm waiting for the place to shift

The story of my life got me feeling like a plagiarist

All this failure to impale you with

I’d take the high road, but I don't know if the trail exists

I'm here to sail the ship, and I don't plan to quit after

I light that fire up under my ass like a Salem witch

Brokenhearteds roaming through the golden arches

Sold to harvest, cold and heartless like a bloated carcass

Ain’t trying to ride the wave with the floating garbage

Rather make noise behind the scene like Foley artist

That's right.  I ain't here to be wavy

I don't follow trends, only rock a beard ‘cause I'm lazy

You could smell the fear when I appeared in the 80s, wanted

Acceptance from my peers, an ardent ear for the maybes–it's crazy

Demonized for these dreams of mine

Screaming, “Why?” while they bleed ‘em dry

So many feelings that I keep inside, but to be

More than all that I am would be a lie

A bifurcated individual

Leading a new school of thought, but we talking different principals/principles

When you add it up, the math is indivisible

I'm insane from trying to explain the inexplicable

So much bullshit that inhibits me

So I spit viciously whenever it visits me

Been jittery, losing my grip ‘cause it's slippery

Looked around for balance and found it intrinsically

Yeah, that's why I don't like rules

High noon is used to plot schemes for the night moves

Time flew, eyes glued to the tidepool

Waiting for that typhoon to slide through

So feel the fear of the God like [?]

And it's here regardless if you ever hear the bars

[?] it feels bizarre.  I don't know where

I'm at, been there and back, here we are