Stop Lyin’ Illogic

[Verse One]
If your mother saw you now would she be pleased or disgusted?
At your choice to remain at the bottom of the bucket
Your fellow crabs, they know you're not to be trusted
Cause when they rise to the top you do what you can to make 'em plummet
On the other hand, I stand with the mic stand's posture
Scan under my bed to sever the heads of any monsters
Took a dive into the eye Jupiter to backstroke through lava
Relaxing with a carton of cancer sticks and flavored java
If you've noticed, I've scripted my existence on these pages
With obesity that leaves stretch marks on stages
If knowledge is the key to society shackles and cages
I guess you're forever trapped in syntax and shoelaces
I rock the crowd like I'm without sin so I cast the first stone
Though I live in a glass house insulated with quilted poems
Stay still to the loan, with head above water, melodic poems
From bravado, left speakers blown when emitted through microphones

[Hook]
Every line is a spear
Every fans heart a target
Every circle's not a sphere
Every soldier's not a sergeant
If every fountain is clear
Every sniper is a marksmen
You can't win so stop trying
You're not ill so stop lying
Every check doesn't cash
Every scale doesn't balance
Every verse doesn't last
Every skill's not a talent
Every question is not asked
Every test doesn't challenge
You can't win so stop trying
You're not ill so stop lying