Poetic Justice

[Verse 1: Chaos]
Meditating in my oasis
Scribble jams till the pen break
I'm little man with a big fate
In Scribble Jam on the big stage
Chicken scratch made masterpieces
Need to master peace, before my thoughts burst
Catch feelings or catch millions
Just wait to see what I caught first
That poetic justice, traded for Moet and hustling
Never been at ease in mind
Dyslexic roman through clutches
Met a duchess name Isis wanna uplift an artist
Gotta have an Aphrodite chef-d'oeuvre Salvador Dali Parton
My french, any one who knows me wanna own my scent
Sniff this pixie my only wish being only this
Meet a girl who use her mind till it don't make sense
This is admiral boldness, lyrical magnum opus
Serial killing open verses this, chemical romance
Regulate movement of bodies, pleasure in moving your motives
I'm controlling your laughter making you perceive emotions
My dopamine verses ingenuous perfected it when I wrote it
I'm the Apollo embodied with Saraswati hail the songstress
The throne gets it

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

[Verse 2: Kaydee "Isis The Throne"]
Throw me back you won't hold me back
Next thing you know they'll be throwing me racks
Poetic Justice we don't trust shit
Here take the heat don't bust this
Go nuts bitch on us bitch
On God we don't trust shit
We on loud pack you on hush shit
We on higher consciousness
Tryna go to higher continents
And I can't help but contemplate
And I can't help but concentrate
Anticipation becomes anxiety
Inside of me is animosity
Killed my generosity
Took my kindness for a weakness
It's been months and we still don't speak of this
And my ex niggas wanna eat bitches
Wanna tweak bitches wanna freak bitches
Wanna keep bitches off on the sidelines
I'll seek whatever my mind finds
Niggas wanna eat like wonton
Niggas on the beat like pom-poms
I'm on the beat how I'm calm
I'm just a ticking time bomb
Only so long till I blow up
Like land mines, Prince of Persia that sands of time
You sinking fast that's quicksand
Yes, no yo um that's a contradiction
Time is still tickin' and that time is still tickin'
I be that cotton for the pickin'
You that nigga for the picnic
Fuck you bitches with a sick dick
I'm cold as winter cold as Christmas
I told my niggas I'ma get this
May you be my witness
Please I insist this
See I'm eristic[?]
See I don't stop work I clockwork
Till death of designer how misery loves company
Tell me what is is you want from me
Don't front for me
Cause I'll leave and I'll never come back
And you don't want that

[Verse 3:Chaos]
Poems written in postmodern
With a cold sickness from the oak I have
Been burning out in the low fire
When I die I'll be her ghost writer
Me I'm ticking time bomb she be the reason I'm calm
Queen on easel I've drawn, her attention to me and the smile on
In break of dawn I'm awaken from the amazing song so distinguished
She erase your mind with a sacred tongue, like take ya time cunning linguist
Make it right, with and a pen and a pad somehow I became the taken type
But I never been the one with the chains on
If your an overseer then I ain't your type
That's poetic justice that poetic justice
Lake side with a view of the stars with nothing but dreams and seduction
And if i told you that flowers bloomed in dark rooms would you trust it
I'd be lying decide if you believe in truth or in trusting
Believe that love isn't lust, and that truth is destruction
And that 2 is a couple, just me and you equal something
I never thought I was perfect or or that love always prevails
So when I write my vows in time I may not write them down for real
It's B.S