THE ALTER EGO AWAKES

...where about we find our perceived wicked man
he be meditating deeply in a far away land
prepping the recipe, grinding on a wicked plan
he got troops out to aggressively inspire and command,
midnight medicating and mating
even though he well covered by a determined clan,
he don't need but one solitary dedicated fan,
smothered by swagger
allegedly know much more than he should
still out to market the swanky ass brand
knocking on wood, quite frankly speech never stagger
clutch clandestinely onto an evil flow pattern
the bad guy never had it so good,
clarity run through anything his word touch
story telling talent won't let detail scatter in vein
for detail ain't no rush, wallow in the pain
there’s a message hidden in the random chatter
the call goes out,
you might be rolling a blunt
but no doubt he twisting one fatter
hallow hallways hold secrets the sane won’t entertain
he roll with cold brew in his bladder
they engrain drunken chain of thought leakage
all do gooders look down at our villain
don't wanna see him kick it
cant stand seeing him lounging' and chillin
preppin for hardcore war and out for a killing
brain sharper than his khaki dickies creases
breaking down the wacky into a million little pieces
give him a looped out track, watch him attack
got atheists suddenly screaming out for Jesus
but the anti-hero never loses sight
got a thing for handing out a sweet thesis
low key, he demand the enemy bring on a good fight
so when you grow old you can tell your nephews and nieces
bout losing a battle to an alter-ego
with the sick flow that be on point and tight
elevated to a height where only a select few can actually reach us