Oceans REMIX

Verse 1 (The Lost Talent) Young boy still smelling like wisdom A free soul but experienced As someone who's 40 and have been in prison I don't agree so I'm a dissident I diss any Empire, any liar Any ignorance, I'm oppressed by higher power ! I'm accustomed to my environment so I don't mind stress All the fish in this ocean that I can't digest Although I'm a Great White I'm a loner so I can't rest I'm not addicted - I don't touch wet to change how I feel I'm that cat like Lord Bills I send my minion to Cloverfield I don't dance or juggle to gain an appeal I really just fill pads with words to conceal My true soul from the world Also I'm a liar and a trained killer So call me a Con Seal Verse 2 (The Lost Talent) Sick and ill like I caught myself some Spanish flu I mean it's fatal like Mortal Kombat move Brock got sick cause of my spit And I'm Breaking Bad cause I'm tired of being a nice dude I'm building myself against infidels Doing Reps for Jesus like Dom Mazzeti, so my calves is due I'm a funny guy like Ethan Chase But I can break apart anytime like in Due Date I'm locked in my mind state like J.Lo in The Cell I'm looking for an escape like Arnie and Stallone ! I don't get kidnapped like in that movie bout a cellular phone I pick the phone up and save your ass alone I got that quick and lazy flow Like snail the Turbo Can't sentence me, I take a plea of insanity But please don't let me go like George Clooney in Gravity ! Verse 3 (sLanguage) I feel sympathy for these beat symphonies Guitars weep gently and the tears drip rhythmically So go ahead and pour one out As I explore text more, spill words from mouth Coming from a league of extraordinary men with pens Who meditate and levitate before flows begin Lyricism's intricate, fine print exquisiteness Moving through the matrix, special agent when the rhythm hits The mental picture's worth a thousand different words I paint a stroke a genius on this canvas I work Disperse 16s and when scenes convert My verse is Sistine in its perceivable worth I speak softly as the record spins Grip the pen then proceed to bleed messages Therapeutic infusion with soothing medicine Smooth elusive Elohim, supreme being rhetoric