Divisions only mean that neutral parties take the brunt of,
The damage so clean that the artists don't know what,
To write in each scene or draw on each canvas,
Cause the truth is that these things are so disgusting and can't manage,
To work right.
We all fight a manageable system,
Turn right, but we don't cause we're refusing to go with them.
You're like the Babadook, public enemy internal,
Cause all you wanna do is go insane driven infernal.
I would put that shit out like a sanitary district,
Have you eat raps like they're from a box of bisquick.
And now all I need an answer to is all you need to know,
If you're up against my tide then why're you in my flow?