Caught from Knowhere by Cashus Flow & Five Sicks

CAUGHT
SUSPENDED IN TIME
INVENTING A RHYME TO SAY
THOUGHT
EMBEDDED DESIGN
INCREDIBLE DIAMOND SHADES
LOST, INDELIBLE LINES
COLLECTING A SLIGHT DELAY
FLOSSED AND FLEXING MY STYLE
INFECTIOUS AND WILD DISPLAYS
I TRAVEL THIS SAD WORLD ALONE
CHANNELING POEMS INTO BLACKNESS UNKNOWN
RAMBLING
ROAMING
RAPPING I STAND ON MY OWN
IN THE LANGUAGE OF SAVAGES
FLOWING
STRAIGHT TO THE BRAIN AND WE'RE BAD TO THE BONE
WRAPPED UP AND TRAPPED IN YOUR DOME
ANIMALS TRACKING YOU BACK TO THE ZONE AND CATCHING YOU
ATTACKING YOUR VACUOUS SOUL
AND SLAPPING YOU
POISONOUS
DOWN TO THE ROOTS
TRAPPED ON A MOUNTAIN OF FOOLS
THE FACTUAL TRUTH UNRAVELING
GIVING YOU ACTUAL PROOF
AS I STAND ON THE ROOF BATTLING I STRADDLE THE WIND
SADDLED IN
HAPPILY SPITTING THE RAPS THAT I'VE WRITTEN
ORGANICALLY GIVEN GRAMMATICALLY BACK TO THE PEOPLE
IT'S RAPITALISM
COLLAPSING THE SYSTEM
IT'S CANNIBALISM ABANDONING WISDOM
INSANITY'S SYMPTOMS
ROMANTICALLY DRIVEN TO STAND AND DELIVER
I'LL HANDLE IT
GOT A COUPLE MORE TRACKS TO SPIT
IN THE ATTIC THE CANDLE'S LIT
AND SHADOWS ARE STRETCHING ACROSS THE VAPID ABYSS
IN GRAVITY, CHALLENGING BLISS
THE TAPESTRY'S FABRIC ELASTICALLY GRIPS THE BACK OF REALITY'S STANDARD AND FLIPS BACK TO YOU
CATCHING ME TRIP
I RUN ON PURE ANIMAL INSTINCT
IT'S A FACT OF THE RHYTHM
I'M RABIDLY LACKING CONTROL
SLIPPING BACK INTO HABIT MODE
STACKING THIS SHIT UP

PACKED A VERSE IN MY JANSPORT
AFTERBIRTH ON THE DANCE FLOOR
SHOWING UP LATE TO CLASS
BACK TO PLANET EARTH WITH NO PASSPORT
THIS TRACK IS OUR LAST RESORT
I'M FAST-FORWARDING PAST THE RECORDING
AFTER THE CHORUS WITH THE MASTERING PORTION DISASTER
CAPTURING FORTUNES
VAST WEALTH IN PROPORTION
TO VAST REALMS IN DISTORTION
YOU CAN'T TELL WHAT'S IMPORTANT OR HELPFUL
I'M LETTING YOU GO INTO HELL'S THROES
ENVELOPE YOUR SOUL WITH THE DEVIL BELOW
DIVINE COMEDY OF YOUR RESEMBLANCE
LET YOU TREMBLE IN SLOW-MOTION
ON AN OCEAN OF STONE, COASTING
OVER THE BOAT AND COMBING FOR POTENCE
THRU NOTABLE POTIONS AND QUOTABLE NOTIONS
COMPOSING MY PROSE WITH DISPOSABLE QUOTIENTS
UNSOCIABLY SO
I'M ONLY IMPOSING
COLLOQUIAL TONES DRIFT
THROW ME A BONE
SHIT
I'M STEADY ROPING 'EM IN
OPEN MY NOTEBOOK, BLOW MY NOSE AND BEGIN
ATONEMENT
I'VE GROWN A MENACE SINCE THE OPENING SENTENCE
FOCUS SUSPENDED LIKE A MOMENT IN A GOLDEN REFLECTION
BEHOLD IT

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