The Price Of Admission (Must I Remind You...)

I can't explain but when I first made this, I pictured it being good theme music for Arcade's Murderworld. I imagined if you were trapped in the pinball machine, this beat would randomly come on. This EP is focused on processing anxiety, often through venting, and often through dark or dry humor. This song certainly captures that. LYRICS: Let the drums pound, start a countdown And how art thou? I’m fine And, this rhyme? ….all about style Right now, switch it up, proceed to another route Go further out, far beyond the mortal realm you know about Showing out, no real reason, just instinct In sync with the universe, a cosmic entity My energy radiating bright like there’s ten of me Like KMC. Have a tendency to honor true MCs Whose rightful legacy’s often absent like truancy It’s lunacy, between you and me, it had me losing sleep Had to learn, hard to earn is more than just empty speak What’s a peak? I’m Keni Burke rising like a beak and wings I’ve seen some things, reveals my age similar to trees and rings Wondering, how can I get that songbird to sing? My answer? Take it by the day like a calendar The challenger must’ve not saw my last encounter The ten count didn’t matter, hurts to watch their ego shatter But I got a job to do, line em and watch em scatter Plus I got em pinpointed, and my style’s been poignant Still find time to laugh, bathe in some enjoyment This important, it’s a hinge moment, an intense omen Hence I go with the flow, word to Prince Po One rap’s greatest lyricists, plus other gifts As for me, Imma ask the genie for another wish In time they’ll discover this is loving like a mother’s kiss Pump your fist if you wanna if you wanna hear a bit more of this OK, I see you in my mind, so I’ll proceed with a different script Efficient with my words and the rhythms that I mix em with, Bliss and wit, origin unknown like fish n chips Your hissy fits?(la, la, la, la), not listening And, yeah, I know that feeling too, in fact I find it interesting My discipline tells me keep working like we’re mission men Eventually we’ll hook some more like fishermen I wish to win, yet feeling tired like a Michelin Hence the bad joke…that’s the price of admission kids