Wax Tailor

Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of bravado
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play
And the traps you lay
Not fit to fall in, but it let you play them anyway (X2)
Sit , here the clock tick
Watch the leaves on the plant flick
From the fan above, the room and I lit
Head trip, deliberate!
Cease fighting the feeling and submit
Flow with it
Like the path preexists in hidden codes Masonic
They peep us like a web cam, from the pyramid’s attic
Passed from hand to hand, let’s say coincidence
Or better yet, 6th sense
My instincts telling me to back up from that handshake that was intense (X2)
Brush it off and commence, blame it on myself tripping
Til the shit hits the fan, cuz I steered from the plan
About face, and Billy Jean step into to place
Throw my coat on the hook, recap the time that I wasted
I know that spittin’s a bad habit, but I can’t help the taste
Still searching for the clues as it becomes a cold case
Procrastinator
Til I think to remove the sheet from your face, reveal the naysayer…
Sometimes I flow staccato
Strip you of bravado
While you be acting macho
I try and switch it up
I see the games you play