Stayin oblivious...

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Stayin oblivious to social misfits, they weak minded but still they exist/
They're pretentious fucks, but still I must not adjust to this kids/
Resist as little as possible, even though sometimes I'm inclined to stand/
because it's in their plan to derail you, and the only one you'll fail is you/
So protect the integrity of a man, they'll bail out when shit hits the fan/
sometimes you'll feel your silence is acceptance and fall victim to perception/
but don't about face it, just staying stationed in self is your only weapon/
even when you become impatient, and want to feel the moment, don't/
not even within your own home, wait till your way off in another zone/
when your out on your own, and then let that shit hit inside your dome/
then it can marinate and be free, shit and easy, but freedom is quite pricey/
And all you have is your means and resources so choose wisely

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

I'm glad you admit you're oblivious

[Sccit]

Social misfit dismissal, abysmal individuals
attempt to fit their big hands in mittens so minuscule
attempt to contort their thoughts according to others
ignorin their mothers and unsupportive of brothers
time to follow the lead of thyself u sheep ass bitch
weak ass bitch... pussy leak ass bitch
fake ass buster, one who can never be a lamb
cuz ur brain has been molded by the brain of another man
your ways have been written and u have no God
ur life is a sham in shambles, u a facade
theres more than u, more than me, more than u think
and if knowledge was liquid, these cats would really need a drink.  

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

I'm a man 'o war, who tempts fate as a matador
crushing ignorant assumptions so leave faith at the door
your feeble mental faculties are fossil fuel for my ignition
I'm a world traveler on the search for higher position
leaping over my reflection in every brook and puddle
my mind staying muddled, as if it booked a shuttle
into deep space, leaving only my body in this dreaded place
without the mask we all wear to cover up my shredded face
can't reap the fruits of my labor, my field is unsown
wasting my picture perfect poems on pitiful unknowns
your initial inception is to escape this dream state
but no moment of clarity can prevent your deemed fate
so I drop heavy handed knowledge hoping to redeem weight
and do my dirty work now so my tombstone has a clean slate