Witchdoctopus - The Dichotomy Lyrics

The space shifted. Blaze spliffs till my face lifted
I stay lit, kid. In the present. Christmas-day gifted
Sprayin sick shit, take witness
My plane's shifting and I don't even know what day this is
That's me, T. Clark. Grind till I see sparks
And that's all the light I need just to see in the dark
Make the angels sing, Hark. Bring art
Catch me up a tree, smokin on a tree, grippin on some tree bark
Don't get me started. I need a weed garden just to take naps in
I'm from the dirty south like what's an accent?
I've got a dirty mouth but I don't need a f*ckin napkin
Y'all be living past tense, I'm past it
Faker than plastic, rappers acting like they're smashing classics
Bumpin this kind of wack shit should probably get your ass kicked
I've been flowing Jurassic, since I used to flow with Drastic
Now I'm rabid for that cabbage like a rascally rabbit
Yeah, I want it. You can't have it
I told you when I was ill and now I'm mad sick
Killing all these tracks is just a habit
Hold up. I got a question. I should ask it
What's the point in making money if you're still gonna lack sense?
Never Bugatti. Never Versace
Rather take my check, get an acre of property
This is the T. Clark and normalcy dichotomy
Properly droppin seeds, and there ain't no stopping me
I get the guap and leave, taking crowns, and burnin my broccoli
Choppin emcees into confetti with verbal machetes and death rays
Starting with the heart, and staying ahead like my next phrase
Just hit the deck and pray that you get to the next day
Everytime I blaze, you can bet my whole set raise
Even if they don't smoke, know they're feeling the head change
All I'm doing is shining, why don't you sit back and catch rays?
All I'm doing is hiring. You can bet I'm a get raised
All I'm doing is firing. You can bet I'm a get raised
Don't get me started