Pen Storm Extra Kool x Time (Ft. Extra Kool, Illogic & Time)

[Extra Kool]
There's a storm in my eyes that I can really escape from
No surprise I’m walking lies so I can escape them
Eyes open, wifey pregnant in the kitchen
Naked from the waste up braids longer than the weekend
I'm only around for a certain condescension
A love for caustic traits I am a walking occidendum
Felled, watch me finally love myself
Closed eyes till I'm aligned and help me straighten my lapels
Pause, I’ve gained a lot and lost them all
Broken thoughts are acapella words are bouncing off the walls
Disclosure, humbly declined these words are poachers
Wet to the skin and now the storm is in my molars
Truth and that's the curse of scorching earth
Planted seeds in a blackened forest just to prove my family's worth
These horns, fall from my knot, this costume's foreign
The storm in my limbs until I can adorn my first born
That's Béla, my baby boy y'all

[Illogic]
Yeah, there's a storm brewing overhead so vision is hazy
I was born where they know the ledge and hustle their daydreams
For the prospect to get ahead maneuvering lazy
While the energy shed to sabotage their peers is amazing
Congregating on cliff's edge legs oscillating as pendulums
Waiting to be force fed simpleton synonyms
In the interim the blind lead assembly line lives
That lack drive due to pride initialized before the swan dive
Lies lie in the crevices of the truth
So I try my best to pry evidence from the booth
That severance is inevitable so the more time we lose
To compliance the less ability we have to choose our path of defiance
You can buy it or sell it, take it or leave it
Light and inhale it, pass it or keep it
Make it or break it, learn it or teach it
Believe it or fake it brush it off and forsake it or just release it