Monogram Ilyich
Figures infiltrate the building
Rummage through shut closets and the kitchen
Left the spot empty but the chef's still illing
Latrine filled with Chiquita, keep the bunch Brady like Dylan
Cold villains
With gold fillings
The mold's killing
That old feeling
There's no winning
The wold needs tilling
From floor to ceiling
Told you from the beginning it's all just a late night show
We all fight for primetime cuz our ratings are low
And lose it all to Leno when he needs more broth in his bowl
Get my disaffected checked, respond "that's just how I roll"
But every time I step outside my house I'm afraid like Beau
Arched back laughing in the attic
It's all haptics and black magic
Really thought you had it
Every cost is haphazardous with no backing
Stacks lacking, the tagged jacket packing a Mac
The plaque plastered after whack rappers jacking the facts
Attack tracks yakking back, sacks fat with the racks
Showed me the data match, well what can I say?
When I make it, just for shits, I'll show RayJ "the old tape"

New beat but my time's stressed
It's all logged in the .dev
Don't even know who you are yet
I'm yesterday's lunch reheated in the Pyrex
High stepping like a drum major
They semper fi to the dumb paper
I'll get the crumbs later
Elevator crowded I'm gon' take the dumbwaiter
They're exercising self diagnosed Munchausen
Kicked out of public housing
Landlord's lounging reading Mao for council
Fortified door for the pounding
Even then we're all drowning
Basin of the fountain
Way they see it, you're either Trevi or Duchamp
Ain't nothing wrong with going on and tapping blue comms
And if they catch me, spend my time writing doo-wops
Bear the brunt, so long as I'm making new art
Through it I'm synthesizing my true form