Indecisive Beatmaking from Trained Trance by Jojo Cyclone

(Look left)
(Look right)
(Now look left again)
(And right again thank you)

(Tickets!)

And I'm scheming
Tryna duck the ticket man
Last $1.50 in pockets
Yesterday's day pass crumpled to it's limits
God give me back the Accord
Or a new Civic
An Integra if ur generous
Vehemently writing and tryna manage my digits
To make it so
But every time I take it slow
I get to aching bro
Up in my soul
Then I start leaking dollars by the roll
Invisible collars controlling where my head looks
I'm full stop dead shook
No telegram

One more time
Uh
It's on my mind
Uh

We get to rolling down the line
And like the thoughts up in my mind
It's speeding up
It's speeding up
You better hold onto the rail
And hope conductor man is fine
No I don't hold the Holy Grail
But all my writings casting light
Swords cast in steel
A knight of his own table
Let the yarn of fate unreel
It's a hell of a tightrope
Might be the ride of your life
It's just a train they say
But I trained and trained
And kept my trance maintained
Spewing out hot magma
and went to work just the same
Every damn day
Despite average appearance
Well something started to change
I was a captain of misery
Now I ride mysterious waves
And I'm tryna write a different story
That's pops up off the page
Turn the corner on these cats
Catch em confused and dazed
Like

Left right
Right left
You best go hit that combo right
And knock out all the lights left

It's not a misstep

I want that Babytron respect
Because I spit it from the neck
Open gash squirting blood
There ain't no stopping what comes next
Veins popping outta place
That knocking in your chest
All the hairs up on your spine
Are standing end to end
Defend my lens to the death
Whole ant like hive mind
Hide behind the curls
And make a mess
Train of thought gets twisted up
It's like I'm caught up in a net
Every few minutes
New ideas
New business
But it never changes the picture
This zone of unfocus a weapon that could split ya
In half
I mastered the act
and now I'm plastered raps
Matter of facts toss me a matador hat
All my rhymes crimson red
Let's give this bull bastard match
I batter bustas down
Bighorn ram on the track
Making flapjacks with a spare hand
Breakfast served
Jojo Cyclone is the chef

What you heard was light work
Written unfocused at best
Indecisive in the kitchen
indecisive with the beats
The Humanoid Typhoon don't play fair
But still pay fare every week
Oh my bad
This stops for me

• Hip-Hop/Rap
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