Wordplay

No half-steps, trippin', my mind is dippin'
I'm drippin' paint/
I don't stay in one lane, I breakdown
and cut lines with a railgun runnin bullets through a drain/
If you're beneath me call it rain on your brain/
these drops connected like a chain
make it snap taut, learn a lesson/
this road I take isn't just a crosswalk
at any given moment I can die
if I'm slow or soft/
harder than a **** after rubbin a million clits
before blazin a thousand bricks/
a snitch doesn't get a stitch
their face collides with pavement
if they survive I call that payment/
just blame it on the laymen/
that's a laymen's term for gaymen
who are shamed men/
worshipping their government
like worshipping a shaman/
the case is a casket, open and close/
puppets are wearing fake clothes/
they don't know ****
if they did/
then they stepped into a lion's cage/
ready for death row cause they're broke/
and their morals are stray
they realize that a trick and a *****
inherit a common trait/
they get lost in rage/
assault is what they aggravate
grade A with a hidden blade/
but they should have known
that a shark with a steel cape
isn't easy to persuade/
realign my paradigme that can change
tides in time while blind/
devise a device to vice-grip
and never let me slip
through bars or have my throat slit/
infinity and infidelity
elevating my greed/
pleading for a quicker wit
and let me find a wise side
to this ever-shifting quadri-cubic
ever-losing rubix that is my grime
infected with rime from a cold grind/
Starting at the end/
over and under again
it's just a paradox that blends/
yet it never makes any sense/

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