[Cracked vinyl loop, detuned soul sample, dusty drums, low piano stab] [Floating Hook, high nasal voice, distant and warped] I’m losin’ my mind but it keep comin’ back [kee-kee-keep comin’ back] I throw it outside it crawl through the crack [crawl-crawl through the crack] I’m losin’ my mind piece by piece in a sack odd shaped memories of odd shaped snacks Does anyone know where i'm at? [Verse 1, deep gravelly voice, slow deliberate pocket] I woke with my teeth in a courtroom arrangement tongue gave testimony, jaw need containment Brain in the basement pacin’ in place with a pipe in its hand, bangin’ Morse through the pavement I said, “Who down there?” It said, “Who wanna know?” I said, “Me.” It said, “Which one?” I said, “Bro…” Now the mirror got a mouth full of alphabetic demands said I owe sixteen years to the blood on my hands Not literal ritual ink on the skin every thought got a thought and they both wanna win I keep one eye open, other eye counterfeit Left side whisperin’, right side sick of it Click-click brain stem kickin’ the door I don’t sleep anymore I just blink at the floor And the floor blink back That’s a problem [Floating Hook, layered voices] I’m losin’ my mind but it keep comin’ back [kee-kee-keep comin’ back] I throw it outside it crawl through the crack [crawl-crawl through the crack] [Verse 2, sharp nasal voice, frantic internal rhyme, faster flow] [falsetto with hard peaks at the end on the line] Yo I got bees in the fuse box keys in the jukebox three tiny versions of me in a shoebox One say run one say ruin the evening one say nothing but I hear that one breathing Hhh-hhh-hhh hold up Walls do a shoulder roll hallway fold in a toilet-bowl portal I’m normal mostly postal ghostly Toast on the counter say, “Nobody knows me” Shut up I ain’t ask breakfast to speak I’m seven days deep in the same damn week Monday got sleep Tuesday got warrants Wednesday keep callin’ from an unknown forest Thursday wore my face to the store Friday came home and slept by the door Saturday said that it never occurred Sunday ate Saturday burped up a bird Brrr-AAK! Now birds aint real Singing my government name I’m not insane I’m in twelve-player campaign Everybody me every me want the throne so I changed every lock then got locked in my home [Floating Hook, chopped and stuttering] I’m losin’ my losin’ my losin’ my mind [where’d it go?] I’m losin’ my losin’ my losin’ my mind [there it go] I throw it outside it crawl through the crack and it tap-tap-tap till I let that shit back [Verse 3, low raspy voice, off-beat entrances, explosive ad-libs] Look I’ve been arguing with shadows over property lines One live in the kitchen one live in my spine One got a blade made of yesterday’s time cut a hole in the hour now the hour ain’t mine [NAH] Clock keep coughing hands keep pointing Ceiling fan spinning with a fresh anointing Oil on the forehead heel on the serpent mind in a rental and the rent ain’t current Knock-knock Who is it? Consequences. Tell ’em I moved. They brought references. Now every bad memory dressed for court little suit little tie little falsified report They said, “State your name.” I said, “Which one today?” They said, “All of ’em.” I said, “Get the fuck out my way.” I’m the bailiff judge jury cell I’m the scream in the pipe when the radiator swell I’m the note in the coat I forgot that I wrote sayin’: Don’t trust the man with your hands on his throat That’s me So I loosen my grip take one breath then another one slip through a gap in the ribs where the black air sit But it don’t leave It waits It grins a little bit [Floating Hook, all three voices overlapping] I’m losin’ my mind but it keep comin’ back [kee-kee-keep comin’ back] I throw it outside it crawl through the crack [crawl-crawl through the crack]
