Guerrilla Nature

Internalise

At night, I lie awake, hyper paranoid,

If I’m a shape, I’m a hyperbolic paraboloid,

Perplexed face? Got so many complexes,

Simultaneously concaves and convexes,

Like pringles, Pop pop pop, I can’t stop,

“Guerrilla Nature, tasty single,”

Wait the album’s going to drop,

Not trying to hate you,

But maybe you’ll envy me,

When you realise I’m blatantly the way I’m meant to be,

And you can hate on me but eventually,

You’ll all be nodding heads to these MP3’s,

These wangster rappers seem to spit so emptily,

Over beats made with MPC’s and them PC’s,

Not them PC’s that want to empty streets,

When they come around, the hatred only seems to increase,

So I don’t concur with mindless, spineless creeps,

leaking secrets they could keep if they weren’t weak,

Loose lips sink ships, they’ll find their fleet,

HMP for a few free weeks,

The difference between them and me, probably, is,

They might never learn what not to spew from their beaks.

I internalise, verbalise, spit fire, burn your skies,

Lift higher as I herbalise, Burn the lies,

Twist liars for the truth,

Sometimes I have to compromise,

It’s brutal for the youth now, show them how to grow wise.

Don’t encourage them to close their eyes.

Well, I’ve never been to prison, but I’m not scared to go,

Lost in the prism, won’t Kow-tow, shot the dro,

Or won’t kow-tow, spit it anyhow you like it,

Flip it and I slice it, I’m adaptable to change,

Multiple personalities, one brain,

I rearrange the flow across varying terrain,

I can play a show, have you chanting refrains,

Point the finger on some stuff, conjecture who to blame,

But the lingering fact is that I’m pretty insane,

Conspiracy theories, harmonise with melodies,

Juxtaposing contentment with jealousy,

And resentment with ecstasy,

It’s all relevant will be the death of me,

It’s all relative, I suggest you don’t step to me aggressively,

I’m relatively crazy,

It’s very likely that you’re relatively lazy compared to me,

And I’m not scared of truth or scared to be free.

I internalise, verbalise, spit fire, burn your skies,

Lift higher as I herbalise, Burn the lies,

Twist liars for the truth,

Sometimes I have to compromise,

It’s brutal for the youth now, show them how to grow wise.

Don’t demonstrate to them how to live lies.

I used to get blasted because I got mucked up,

In the past I did drugs because I was hooked up,

With those I looked up to, plus I felt brook up,

I’m past all that, I think, but it left me shook up,

Blessed are the cracked for they let in the light,

The crack’s whack in my eyes,

That’s why I only tried it once or twice,

In a spliff, never hit it in a pipe,

But I’ve got cracked pipes, fractured wires,

From sampling delights of other kinds,

Connoisseur of the lines of white,

Never white lines in folded foil that require firelight,

But I remain wild- eyed, meanwhile in the mire of my mind,

I toil with the demons every morning, afternoon, evening and night,

If I don’t keep rhyming, might prematurely stop breathing,

Doing what I have to do to get by,

Ignoring the blindingly negative light fools see me in.

I internalise, verbalise, spit fire, burn your skies,

Lift higher as I herbalise, Burn the lies,

Twist liars for the truth,

Sometimes I have to compromise,

It’s brutal for the youth now, show them how to grow wise.

Don’t be the one who denies and never tries.

That’s just the way it is, you’ve got to handle your biz,

Do what you can for yourself, look out for the kids,

Life can be hard with triggers so big,

So, to the youth impart advice that helps them to live

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