Mental games

Yeah this is DJ Mac let's step into my head for a minute this is mental games let's go

I'm battlin shadows inside my cerebellum

Tryna tell em but they keep on yellin at me

Tellin me things that should never be said

Like I should've been dead but I try keep my mind

Straight I gotta escape these mental games

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My mind is like a labyrinth nothing but a endless

Maze nothing but foggy corners nothing but haze

Mind is like a battle field bullets ricochet logic

Tryna stay positive but sometimes the vibes get toxic

I'm like a locked in prophet spittin factual topics

Wishin I was out of my head and in the tropical tropics

Sippin on Bahama mamas while my feet in the sand

But I'm locked in cause these mental games got me

Delt the wrong hand In the game of these mental games.

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Welcome to my cranium stadium,

Where every thought’s battlin’, grapplin’, stadium-shakin’ and stadium-breakin’ ‘em,

My brain ain't afraid of ‘em—inner demons? I’m filletin’ ‘em,

Sprayin’ ‘em with lines so sharp the rhyme scheme’s engravin’ ‘em.

Mentality metallic—my mind is a blacksmith,

Bangin’ on the anvil of madness I’m strapped with,

Crashin’ every fear ‘til the fragments detach quick,

Thoughts do gymnastics—flip stress with backflips

I wrestle with issues that whistle like missiles,

Tissue-paper mental breakdowns rippin’ like bristles,

I dismiss ‘em—my wisdom thickens like gristle,

If trauma talks slick? I grip it tight like a pistol.

My head’s a haunted hallway, echoes in my skullbox,

Shadowboxing voices tellin’ me to stall, stop,

But I’m all shock voltage—raw thoughts, overload,

Breakin’ down the obstacles my brain keeps tryin’ to overload.

My mentality’s a battlefield—mindset militant,

Battlin’ villainous whispers that slither like instruments,

Playin’ wicked notes tryin’ to limit my diligence,

But I spit brilliance in brilliance—my resilience infinite.

I’ve been sprintin’ through anxiety, collisions in my psyche,

Tryna fight me, nightly, venom bitin’ just to spite me,

But I strike precisely—slices nicer than a crime scene,

Mind keen—every nightmare sharpened up my rhyme schemes.

I'm in the trenches with tension, attention-expensin’,

Every lesson is a blessing in disguise with redemption,

My dimension's invented from relentless ascension,

Pressure pressin' on my mental—yet I rise with intention.

Yeah, the mental games I play are chess moves and stress wounds,

Tryna keep my head cool while I detonate the next boom,

Thoughts consume rooms like smoke in bedrooms,

But I clear ‘em out—

Then write bars that make death moves.

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My mind’s a Rubik’s cube with elusive truths,

Every mood includes a new pursuit, a bruise to soothe,

I fuse abuse I lived through into super-fuel,

Turn pain into flame—now my brain’s a nuclear tool.

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