Tetris

It's about time

My lexicon is a hexagon
Sided sixes, lighted distance
Time and travels, fight resistance
Line in the sand, fire the missiles
Meat in the gristle, tear through the flesh
Heat up the skyline, aim for the crow's nest
Dead man's chest, ocean crest
Lo-fi, hi-fi, blowfish death
Sowing reap to a wind breath
Eastwood beats the northern west
Eat a beat and then digest
I'm utilizing intellect
By brutalizing intersecting lines and pentagons of lead
My visualizing image is unlimited by walking dead
Symbolize the processes of critical containment red
Why improvise when you can set the lines to paralyze the head
I live for individual residuals of thoughts to shred
My minimizing damage is due to synthesizing threads
Changing strands, brains and glands
Hearts and hands, pots and pans
Pyrex beakers, petri dishes
Bunsen burners, rats and labs
Marble slabs, body bags
Toes in tags, bloodied rags
Drills and scalpels, pills and liquids
Overfilled prescription raps

Where y'all at?
You are not leading the pack, so cold
Type to keep you on your toes, so I'm told
Where y'all at?
Bodies in the back, oh no
Type to bury you in snow, where they go? Yo yo
Where y'all at?
Fuck with mine and I might snap, y'all fold
But they already know, so so
Where y'all at?
Time to face the facts
Turnt up to the max
Smashed you're getting cracked, ayy

Ice cold companionship, I sold the manuscript
Life couldn't handle it, so I hold the candle lit
He enjoys it, my ink poison, a bit boisterous
Hear voices but making better choices
My aching head will wake the dead with Satan making noises
A vacant place create the space he loves and then destroys it
The depth of my investment in the paint has carved a true legend
Absorb my essence or digest this sword with two edges
Too cold, I'm true blue blooded
Buddy gave you time to study, I'll still leave you gutted
I won't review nothing
Madchild gone, breathe through the wolf's mask
Dagger mouth, get your throat slashed, broken cold glass
Procrastinating and I'm so fascinating
Mad's an old fashioned gold dragon, no exaggerating
Kings of Canada again so it's Remembrance Day
I'm an artist, every line's a stroke of Rembrandt's paint

Where y'all at?
You are not leading the pack, so cold
Type to keep you on your toes, so I'm told
Where y'all at?
Bodies in the back, oh no
Type to bury you in snow, where they go? Yo yo
Where y'all at?
Fuck with mine and I might snap, y'all fold
But they already know, so so
Where y'all at?
Time to face the facts
Turnt up to the max
Smashed you're getting cracked, ayy