Verse: adam b. free (twitter.com/adambfreemc)

Somethin like Gotham City when the pot is with me
I'm feelin villainous despite my vanillaness
Killin this, Bridge The Gap rap syndicate
Sin a bit, little gambling and gluttony
Cause the flow's buttery, and the style's fat
I'm running past the competition, they a mile back
But as I look ahead, there's no end in sight
Maybe cause we infinite and at the end is light
We dead to rights in a system where we objects
But I'm complex, treat me like a Don, yes
Hon-est, from the heart in my chest parts
When I stimulate it everytime I get the best art
Sharp, I never planned for dementia
Fuck a hundred man I keep it a milennia
Sendin ya an empty bottle of emotion
I left it on a suicide note by the ocean
How poetic right? I hope you get it like
We can celebrate with confetti if the setting's right
Steady nights where dawn the is new dusk
While you suit up, clueless as the ku klux
I be sleepin, meditating on some true love
For example, what is happiness the root of?
My dreams speak through unfamiliar language
I wake up to decode this familiar anguish
Anxious, with a perfectionist's rhythm
Check the collision, my discretion is chillin
Bill me for the damages I cause when you listening
Adam b. free, poker name's young fisherman
Set a different trend, have em on some spiritual
Paths, as I witness these miracle acts
Axe through obstacles, break the cobblestone
Quit crying, ain't tryna hear that sobbin tone
I've been known to break it down to the molecular
Philosophical, so secular
A girl like that is so sexier
Maybe there's a world like that when death occur