untitled album

polysemy

every semi-me

means many-me

split into sentences

padder of patterns

adder of addends

sum of my summers

and none of my friends

shatter the matter

it scatters, it flatters

the chatter, it splatters

the ladder I’m after

trap in a trap in a trap

word snaps back

like a snake in the grass

on the pages I passed

latter-day Latinate

latte, late

writing on a paper plate

about the paper chase

shatter the ladder

climb in the scatter (yeah)

flatter the battle

swing like it matters

all of these meanings

lean in, they stagger

shatter the ladder

letter by letter

make it all better

brain in a blender

spill every pattern

stream this thought until

nothing else matters

(nothing else matters)

I’m seeing symbols in stubble and puddles

meta in the middle

where the riddle gets literal

minimal interval

then I’m into the spiritual

spiral recitals

idols in italics

title in a side note

sliding off the brackets

matter in a mirror

error getting clearer

getting nearer to the terror

of the clever in the wearer

ladder in a lateral

step into the lateral

language is an animal

eating every capital

shatter the ladder

climb in the scatter (yeah)

flatter the battle

swing like it matters

all of these meanings

lean in, they stagger

shatter the ladder

letter by letter

make it all better

brain in a blender

spill every pattern

stream this thought until

nothing else matters

(nothing else matters)

recursive thirst, recursive thirst

first you're last then you're first

you scroll when you wake and you scroll when you sleep

the fountain doesn’t quench, the mountain’s too steep

your brain’s on a train, it’s insane how it leaks

the pain from the drain of the game that you seek

and you seek because you're recursively thirsty

first person, third person, which is the worst me?

you try to maintain while strains make you burst, see?

so you dive in the stream and get caught in the current, G

current events, current trends, currently spent

time that you lend as you pretend to ascend

your spine’s on the line as you grind to extend

a life that you find designed without end

recursive thirst, it never ends

delete the app, relapse again

recursive thirst, it never sleeps

the shallow rush, the plunge so deep

recursive thirst, it never dies

the dopamine that satisfies

recursive thirst, we can't escape

the endless loops we recreate

working your fingers, lingering feelings

circular logic like a sinker appearing

think you're the winner? blink of the ceiling

drink 'til you're thinner, no ink left for healing

the aim in the vein of the brain doesn't change

the claim remains sane in the reign of the strange

contained and constrained by pain that you shame

sustained by lanes maintained for their gains

your feed is need that proceeds every deed

the speed of weeds of attention you breathe

the seed of the breed of screen-haunted dreams

please agree that greed proceeds how you plead

you scroll when you're hungry and scroll when you're full

the fountain keeps running with nothing left to pull

the mountain's a muffin you're stuffing with some wool

the doubting ain't nothing but bluffing the bull

recursive thirst, it never ends

delete the app, relapse again

recursive thirst, it never sleeps

the shallow rush, the plunge so deep

and you seek 'cause you’re empty in recursive holes

the peak's never plenty, the reach takes its toll

leaks in your memory, speak up as you scroll

the weak and the many, the technique of control

tap-tap-tap on the glass of your phone

snap-snap-snap 'til your fingers are bone

clap-clap-clap for a life you’ve been shown

zap-zap-zap as souls turn to stone

swipe right on hope, swipe left on truth

blue light in your eyes as it steals your youth

new like for the post, old dreams you lose

who writes stories when algorithms choose?

skimming the surface but missing the purpose

trimming your worth as yearning resurfaces

swimming in circles while learning your service is

dimming by virtue of burning out wordless

caught in the flow of the glow of the screen

low on the know but you're a pro how you meme

stow what you show because you grow in between

the crow and the doe and the slow fading dream

watch as it ticks and the clicks turn to clocks

blocks of your picks as the tricks fill your box

stocks of your flicks as the fix never stops

locks on your wrists as it sticks to your thoughts

recursive thirst, it never ends

delete the app, relapse again

recursive thirst, it never sleeps

the shallow rush, the plunge so deep

recursive thirst, it never dies

the dopamine that satisfies

recursive thirst, we can't escape

the endless loops we recreate

your life is a cycle of recursive thirst

the knife and the rifle, the strife and the hearse

the wife and the title, the hype and the verse

the fight for survival ripe with the curse

that you scroll when you're born and you scroll when you die

the fountains keep pouring making mountains sky-high

the brains on the trains that remain never dry

the pain from the game is the same lullaby

recursive thirst...

recursive thirst...

recursive thirst...

recursive thirst…

sippin' lean, leaning on beat, they lean on me

gotta balance on seesaws, I learn on my feet

king of the feast after eating defeat

a baddie with a fatty keeps it lean in the sheets

trippy, drippy, lookin' clean as a whistle

living out dreams while they sleep on their pillows

back when phones were bricks, a Nokia

whispered in my ear sayin' "shh, have no fear"

as a boy, I was stuck on an elevator

now I press buttons, I'm on the rise, the perpetrator

sippin' lean, leaning on beat, they lean on me

sippin' lean, leaning on beat, they lean on me

grapefruit paint on matte grey coupes

pigs in streets wanna spray you

bullets going around in the same old loops

so it's hard to get to know people that ain't you

and no, you ain't true

dancing in rain, I stay loose

no hanging chains or fake jewels

just feeling strange walking in skate shoes

it's a strange feeling talking in strange moods

oh, lord

I need help, I need self

I need God, I need time, I need health

but wealth?

wealth is the belt used to hold it all up

tactics so fantastic your ass be needin’ chapstick

manic antics so bombastic got my last chick actin’ drastic

see the classics I basked in weren’t made out of plastic

so I been actin’ elastic, keepin’ glass clips and mad chips

doing backflips through stacked scripts, can’t match this

going back to black, white flag magic, flick the matchstick

and yeah I got math to back this, they call ‘em rap hits,

and the fact is my knack is I rant quick, and this track is my tap bitch

whackness? that’s cap shit. I’m a blacksmith

pounding stamp prints as maps shift

landing where they missed, that takes practice

smash in and cash in like magic, like cantrips

sacks keep getting extracted

hats tipped toward madness

so I’m cracking ribs with ad-libs

leaving tracks where the path is

walking through storms with a sword made of syntax

cutting through curses with verses and impact

ancient as legends but fresh as a prediction

writing my name in the margins of existence

no more hesitation, pressure was medicine

competition? irrelevant, I’m measuring excellence

severing estimates, elevating evidence

every attempt at comparison equals embarrassment

no imitation, just innovation through iteration

every thought is a theory in another dimension

while they chase solutions, I’m creating equations

transforming concepts into breathing creations

balancing planets while I’m spinning the atlas

bending the fabric until it collapses

every thought gets its own passage

then I send it and watch ‘em panic