Текст песни sock man - Mchi

I should change my rap name to sock man after this one
Yo check me out, literally

As I fade parallel to the mesh I will rest as my essence is swept
In the sentence that said as my essence is swept
Just to save my step well I'm still busy flexing the lenses I've kept
But the mail is the same as the messenger text letter mail
Sending sex left right flux effects dissects itself when the next step is self
Elves escape out of factory escape out of elves 
Until the Ls turn to upside down Ls 
I'm trying to spell it out
We can't win this a hole we can't shovel out, you can't shovel out
Gravel travels into sand back into mountains
I know we want to see it better now but we only exists
Because the swing never let us down
(Under the underdog)
It's like a video game we play at the park
Because the switch always occupies the tougher child
My ancestors stuffed in the oven so I know they're weren't bluffing about the Tao muffin
My brother Aaron is preparing to be staring at a glaring flaring red herring swearing
That he found something
Hopefully by mentioning it it makes the mechanism flip
Cause life's a trip and the destinations a car
Hesitation only writes existential bars and meditation taught me
That teaching people is hard
I hope all my brothers find love up in their hearts
Ya
And find the drug up in the dirt
Ya
And find the drug up in the dartboard
Instead of gurus on the course setting par 4s
(Stop hitting the ball)
The system's playing dart wars with itself
Does the organism consciousness boundary reverse itself
Like a Jacob's ladder or am I flattering flattery itself
Flat as the back of a balanced gazelle
I'll never fully commit to the ride or investigation
I'm in the middle of separation
On the spine of the mountain pacing calculating a thou can save me framed
Without invalidation
My advanced search settings adjusted until it's just a void
Oh it's just avoid, I'll just a void it
Sublimation versus very baked my only choices
Or finally pressing the red button hoisted on top of the joystick
A kick flips a sick trick but this, you can't match in a game of skate
Ollie impossible
Ollie impermanent
Ollie improbable
Ollie observantness
Merging wordless murmur bits and thinking through the work of it
It hurts to know I don't and it hurts to no I don't believe
Open up my seams to show a broken me
But over me is the inversion that I'm supposed to be
(Sock)
Descending with the view from above
Two ovaries and the truths in the glove
Life's a
Mindset splicer
One nighter
Cry later
Type of thing
Type a thing
And listen to the song sing
Taunting isn't it
Drilling different bits till it creates a bunch of little pits
O I need to change the bit
Drill what I've done before
Hundreds Hundreds hundreds more
Plummet till it summons pours
More more more
Deep deep deep
Fitting a jeep In the trunk of these words that I speak
Hear the squeak of the neat freak tweak at the cheap seat for the ape
To safety sleep created by light and dark daly sweep
Every impulse to change evades your radar of basically
I'm muhamid Ali boxing toxic labeling
Evading evading cause this game i wasn't trying to be playing
Stop trying
But then the thought of the plot and lost guidance
Am I just a sailor gone pirate
Am I just a sailor gone pirate
I'm terrified I teared inside it cuz it's the only thing my mind can find to hide its pride at
I am finding my 2 acute sides at a climax
I'm still surfing the wave of my initial shock
And the tube really spits you out dude
I'm just costing away from the space we're the sides clap
(Dissipate)
I'm the real life split path bandersnatch
Quit Colin my name I won't answer back
I'm just standing
Not even that has a landing pad so take your gander back and meander
To where your chair collapsed
Stare flaps that bare maps of bare maps
That correspond to what your looking at
I don't even have an even have
Or an even half to contrast the abused bleeding beaten path
Concept concept concept
Raps the only thing that keeps me from sitting in one place
And never saying a words again
I'm slowly merging to the currents trend
By making a story about the circumstance witch makes the circumstance bend into itself Like a tree branch that grew in
To the trunk and made a tunnel
A big funnel in the hall of mirrors Reflecting brush strokes on a canvas thats a funnel
Were spun in the inversion of this one buckle
A wave in the ocean
This puddle you can't ponder because the water is the trough of thought fodder
God talks in the locker of thought byproduct
I want to be trapped in the icebox
I want to relax till my breathing stops
I want to be me without reading clause
I want to want without wanting the wanting to stop
I've circled my block enough times to question the street signs that I put up
And now I am putting up signs that say stop putting up street signs
Cause I'm afraid let them go and take final the jump 
But by saying that it isolates the process
Thats happening my personality is vacuuming it's tracking up
Spiraling to the calm in the eye of the storm
The event horizon widening till time is up
The minds design aligns with all history
Wars and alliances are self created misery
From a infant to infinite possibilities
And explaining it defeats the purpose of explaining see
I am it and it is me
Pushed in this position of grief because of Society's walls we live between
I'm not an explainer I am a liver
I am not a container I am a river
To think or not to think that's the question
When I think I sinking in deluded perception
To think or not to think that is the answer
When there's no question nothing ruptures your standards
To think or not to think that is a fact
When I stop thinking I start thinking about that
To think or to not to think that is the truth
I am the loop
But without thinking there's no nate and no rapping
No jokes no friends and no laughing
I now understand the mind behind the enlightenment of Michael Jackson
What if there was a place where nothing contradicted
Nothing conjured friction and concepts were nonexistent
It could be 10 million things with one mind
Or in the space between nothing and infinity combine
Well this was the world we lived in
Before monkeys formed opinions
Survival created dead and alive
Directions were created by the ground in the sky
Our eyes were created by our reflections in the mud
And the water that made the mud created our lives
Our ancestors sitting around the fire chanting bifurcate bifurcate bifurcate
I decided to record this song to let go of these thoughts and fears
When I die my accumulation falls regardless and I'm only 19
I feel like this process has been happening to me
Since I lost hope like 10 years ago in school
The same way humanities either going to fight against the flow or move with it
What type of birth is it gonna be 
I asked the mushroom to tell me a joke it said
What did the individuality major ask the professor, I am my own subject
And I said "that wasn't a question I asked the question
So there you go
Call this the transcendental object at the end of rhymes