Vestigial Brain from Headspace by Reckoner

Shallow like a puddle in the rain, safe as runnin' with a blade.
Just wait 'till push comes to shovelin' your grave.
Reck'll always punch above his weight. Have you bite
the knuckle-dust and pray that I ain't huntin' prey.
I'm feedin' live rats to the Venus Flytraps that
grow from my brainstem if I need a light snack.
I'm a fourth-dimensional bein' that sees in time-lapse.
You think you're geniuses cos you seen a life-hack.
Redefine that self pity and loathin', but I have
a greater hate for the primitive clones.
Never gambled with my life, but I'll give it a go.
I'm Howard Ratner dealin' in the Infinity Stones.
Ain't equipped with the chrome, 'less we're talkin'
Sandevistan. Reck-o-n-e-r, spell it out like
Method Man. Life is an investment scam.
I can hardly afford this short attention span.

Rappers lookin' for attention with low-blows and them cheap
shots. I'm always here to give you a cold shoulder to lean on.
Left to my own doomsday devices. BOOM break
the silence. After a few plays rewind this.
I'm off the deep end, screamin' 'till you're hard of hearin'.
An idiot, diggin' in the outlets for a spark of genius.
Don't know who the best is, but I got a feelin'.
Watchin' distant stars flicker into obsoletion.
I got a bone to pick - out of my teeth.
A Rancor, snappin' on you for doubtin' a beast.
If you're out on the town check the marquee for Reck.
I self harm, but with a Bruno Sardine effect.
Got a leg up on the competition and I stomp it to death.
What the fuck is wrong with his head?
Drop incomprehensible knowledge, simple
and plain. This ain't for your vestigial brains.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• boom bap
• dark
• underground
• weird
• Massachusetts