Tell me what you see

[intro]

People like you kinda talk too fast.
Muddy on yo kicks cause you got no class.
Funny how a man can give you ( give you)
Something of a key to the menu ( menu)
Tell you how your fleas don’t fly ( don’t fly)
And tell you that the beast don’t lie,

Listen, 
[ beat drop][verse1]

Split second thinking in spirals I bend it
Minimal grammar the pattern is kinetic
Pressure on phrases I lace it frenetic
Tongue never resting the tempo is hectic
Edges get sharpened I carve in the pocket
Logic is optional lock in the rocket
Breath running thin but the cadence elastic
Snap into place then I fracture the bracket

[chorus, octave voices]

You won’t give me all the things I know I need, 
Come to me and look upon the way I bleed.
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see

[verse 2]

Velocity verbs in a vertical ladder
Syntax abandoned the motion still matters
Digits are twitching the brain in a scatter
Every line sliding then folding the pattern
No safety net sentences live in the blur
Meaning is present but never secure
End on a pivot no warning no linger
Thought still accelerating after the period

[chorus, octave voices]

You won’t give me all the things I know I need, 
Come to me and look upon the way I bleed.
Tell me what you see
Tell me what you see

Rap, African American male. Little bit of trumpet.