Off the Chain - Haiku

I know it might seem like a movie, but my life is filled with hidden scenes

Used to feel like I had it all, but now I’m missing things

Sweating under the pressure like my head is under the guillotine

Got my feeling anxious like how children seem on Christmas Eve

Seen a lot of trickery, so now my heart is 10 degrees

Sometimes it’s hard to separate my allies from my enemies

No matter how close-knit we get, someone’s trying to rip the seams

Allergic to these haters.

Gotta find an antihistamine

Underground forever, ‘cus this industry’s a big machine

These other rappers disagree, ‘cause we come from different leagues

I maintain composure so I’m not falling for the villains' scheme

Seems like they’re invincible, but everything that’s living bleeds

Rising high above them, I can feel the wind against my wings

Keep my eyes open.

It’s hard to tell if it’s still a dream

Realized my mind can’t think as clearly when it’s filled with steam

Note to self: No matter where the mission leads

I’ve gotta keep my heart off my sleeve and my mind off these chicks

Get this dirt off of my shoulders and these haters off my d***

Some say this monster’s off his rocker, ‘cause my style is off the Doppler

Blow the top off these imposters.

Knock the starters off your roster

Yea my flow’s off the chain, but y’all knew that off the bat

I’ma knock the dust up off this mic and get my issue off this track

Pop the top off this bottle.

Take my attention off this stress

And everything that’s on my mind, I’m ‘bout to get it off my chest

Music is a dying nation.

Blink, another life’s erased and

Some of us stand and fight, while others take it lying and waiting

The enemy is you mcs out here lying and faking

You think my words are brewed from envy?

(Ha) You’re quite mistaken

Feel like a lion pacing.

Searching, trying to find the patience

Ready to turn you bubble gum rappers into trauma patients

Contemplating if the shine you’re chasing’s worth the price you’re paying

And tell me if what you decide is changing when it’s Christ you’re facing

You’re out your mind, you think that I’m debating whether or not to sign with

Satan (Nope)

These wannabe rhymers saying I’m just hating

I can paint 1,000 lines to make them see the light, but later on

I’d realize all the time I’m shaving trying to save them

Sometimes my hate for radio makes me plot a crime

To take the djs, and hold them hostage ‘til they design the station

Me, D-Beast and Crisis, we define amazing

You disagree, you’re either blind or wasted