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Repetitive Question Talk

Watch out, some fuckers are so self-obsessed they never notice anyone but themselves. If they can't find a target on you, they'll paint one. Anything they say they "noticed about you" is just shoring up their bullshit worldview. Call them out on that shit; ask them what they really know about you. Your motivations, your goals, your daily drives, your missions, what you stay true to and why and how and how fine and in what aspects. People who are truly down to notice things about you ask questions, not make declarations and call them observations. Every fucking sentence someone says tells something about them. Whether it's a declaration, an observation, a command, a quip, an innuendo, a surmise, an introduction, a counterpoint, a postulate, a theory, a rumination, an accusation, a request, a veiled insult, a threat, a bribe, banter, joke, flirtation, negotiation... almost every sentence spoken is something desired. Questions display open desire. Sentences hide them. Maybe that's why it's been said that humans unconsciously lie in almost every breath.

Hey man, am I wanted for murder?
It's such a disturbance for sure.
I just need to know because it keeps going further
Past the first sentence when I let you in and gave you the medicine
The prescription is in my every depiction
And yet the collection keeps firing off with the same shit spitting.
Always the same question. The fuck are you not getting?
My name is Noah or Loki of Literati. Anyone who said Truth isn't my mission?
They haven't met either of them.

Start my mainframe soul when I spit fire in what I call
Every plane I evolve is chaos's toll, tipsy and raw
Part of the aim of control is to strip your resolve

The card games roll. The chips they fall
The shards untamed escape my hold. I rip and scrawl.
Off the tip of my dome, left alone I'll entertain a wall

Just pop wit and not stop shit, run by my brain and balls
This rain of words falls, I can't contain it at all
Try to never complain, prefer to brawl, no shame, never bawl
Straight-face cry, not afraid to show the feel in my eyes

That ain't a screwface insecurity shield against impurity
That's survival. Nobody'll suckerpunch me when I'm crying and open
Not since 9. Every lost battle cost a math roll. Scope on.

Add on, shine on, mad songs, find balms
Grimeplayer, Crimeslayer, Rhymesayer, Your Mom's Favorite Prayer,
Groove under scrutiny, dirtier plays on every opportunity

Than George Dulles with Diplomatic Immunity!
That's the loose screws of Captain Mutiny!
Here's the real game on the food chain

You're not food as long as it's good in my brain
Understood? Wonder how much restraint
Before the system tumbles and my kind get free reign!
Written by LokiOfLiterati
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