Strapped suspenders slapped splash of insecurity
Easiest to screw it up with a lack of surety
The common turn of phrase is seeing is believing
But the truth of it is that what we see can be deceiving
Capped pens upended pages smacked with incredulity
Attitude miscontrues it up due to undue cruelty
After so many years of it, disappointment seems our duty
Maybe if we stopped seeking it, it wouldn’t grow so fruitfully
An optical illusion there’s duality in our analysis
thoughtful inconclusion is just fueling our paralysis
artful disillusionment and our doom are not analogous
garbled on a fusion of our two sides of the same abyss
Worrying into absurdity, currying favor with destruction
Hurrying deferred pity, burying braver deductions
Blurring immaturities, stirring graver obstructions
Spurring a disturbed ditty, demurring staves reconstruction
Nervewracking about an interview
makes me feel I don’t know what to do
makes me feel my spit turn into glue
makes me feel suddenly much less than you
get in the way of my own shoes
I’m a spaz who ain’t got much to lose
I’ma pass if this job’s such a snooze
Didn’t ask but I’m a touch confused
No more running ragged all up in my brain
Ain’t no cunning tactic, just keeps me the same
Gotta be chasing after things that make me swoon
Reach for the moon,
finely attuned verbosity, I pursue my curiosity
Grow sore sunning in jagged oceans of my shame
Backdoor stunner hack new levels in the game
My lot’s erasing rafters raise up to the beams
Wake up my dreams
Finally defused atrocity, unconfused my honed precocity
No more shunning a nagging notion of my fame
Paint a running gag that brags of my good name
Not to be wasting laughter, brings me home to soon
No more cocoon
Divinely misused monstrosity, why not use my own ferocity?
Known before now from my doubt I should abstain
What’s the point if I don’t believe in my own saying
Plot to be hastening after that which I believe
I should receive
Not pomposity to presume I’m owed what’s got to be
Nervewracking about an interview
makes me feel I don’t know what to do
makes me feel my spit turn into glue
makes me feel suddenly much less than you
get in the way of my own shoes
I’m a spaz who ain’t got much to lose
I’ma pass if this job’s such a snooze
Didn’t ask but I’m a touch confused
Have a hard time putting on the rouse
Gotta do what feels right in these shoes
Gotta be just me what else to choose
Gotta take me as is or just lose
I can’t stand the feeling of being a noob
Takes me back to bastardly baby plays
Makes me stack the catastrophes of my ways
Shakes me back to my dastardly denial days
credits
from *hat tip*,
released January 30, 2013
lyrics & vocals by Clamber Standback
produced by Joseph Minadeo
NY rapper Mfasis goes deep on his latest album, culling rhymes from his own internal struggles and his observations of the world. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 18, 2021