J-Metric - ANHEDONIA

Get me closer
To composer
Anhedonia
Never gave me closure
Look at the hell I been
Picking 4 leaf clovers
4 Elements on my shoulder
Game over
Like the hunt for red October
My mission covert
Like militant Cohorts
And Flying saucers
No cap like the ice caps
In the polar
Global warming
I'm bout to scorch the earth
I'm talking solar
I got an aunt I call
Poison Ivy
If she threatens me
One more time
She'll be hooked up to an I.V
She still getting
Hi on meth and weed
I'll mix her insulin with Hi-C
Sneak Red dye in her kidneys
And watch them bleed like a crime scene
She's 50
Still snorting
Methamphetamine
Till she can't breathe
Get rid of her like
Allergies with these antihistamines
Excuse me if I sound obscene
No, I don't
Cause I don't apologize for being me
Anhedonia
Got me feeling
Like an emotional paraplegic
I'm feeling heated
My temper been flaring
This evening
Let me lay down on this Tempur Pedic
The game been sleep so long
I been thinking it was Anemic
I took the scenic route
Thru the hood
Like mark Phillips and Leland
I'm so R Kelly
Like Regis
Oops
I mean Regis and Kelly
Let me go to the telly
And scream
Free Y.N.W. Melly
These Albino apes
Are scratching their bellies
Tryna put us back in the celly
Fake my death
Like Machiavelli
Stress got me
Feeling heavy
Anhedonia
Got the room spinning!
Finding pleasure
In pain
Who am I
Stalin or Lenin?
Now when I go to the bank
They say
I'm making a killing

My agitation is spilling
Like a mistake in the kitchen
Dictators
Rape
And then pillage
I take these bars straight to your village
They can't hold a lamp
To the oil
I'm spilling
Dissing Metric
I get disinfectant
If rumors Spread
I give ear infections
If your headaches
Just stick ya head in
You'll get beheaded
Call me Aleve
Or Excedrin
Cause at least
When I leave
You'll never forget
The message
I been obsessing
Cause two years ago
I was in hell
So who you telling?
I admit it
Like a convicted felon
I dug my own grave
And then fell in
Black and proud
Like a Baptist reverend
Some people confused
Like Doja cat
Lacking melanin
I'm controversial
Like Kanye
Running for President
I'm controversial
Like an interracial cheerio commercial
Sparking prejudice
American negligent
I wear God on my necklace
These girls are tools?
I think that's why they act so ratchet
Knock knock
Nobody's home
I guess I'm talking to Patrick
I got some tricks up my sleeves
I'm talking fat tricks
I got monsters under my bed
Like Fred savage
These females
Are fishy
Fake photos
That catfish
Like a hairdresser
Contemplating who's wig I'm gone split
Watch how you swinging that gun
Unless you real with it
Pull a doctor strange
On your compadres
And you get killed with it
Out my mama's womb
But I'm still kicking;
Like I'm Ben Mankiewicz
Tryna make an owl
My meal ticket
I must be off my rocker if my wheels spinning?
Being real is my recipe
The shield to my ex-caliber On the road to destiny
There are No back seat passengers
If you try to take what I got
You gon' need a catheter
I can't feel nothing
I'm at a different caliber
These cats emulations
Like we playing Gallagher
And I don't mess with "Thots"
I got enough on my mind
Like a Michael Myers massacre
It's not the fast then when the race
Jason makes Candyman look
Like an amateur

Written by:
Jeremiah Oaks

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