EPISODE · Mar 20, 2025 · 4 MIN

Ill-Rational Method

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

Breaks beats blend with my fractured soul I practiced till I was perfect then I cracked the mold Act like ya know battlin’ aint practical I track a foe, verbally crack his skull I take control, invade your space like Krull If you thought ya had a chance, that’s void and null I’m annoyed with toys taking all that bull So shh… be quiet, the pasture’s full The past is full of answers, and disaster too Just passing thru, trying to show what passion do Ill-rational, how I choose to crash a crew If I have to lose gonna be after YOU As I grew, learned how to mangle words Deciphered clues, learn what the angles were Then things occur that can’t be explained for sure I prefer to stay fly; angels, birds The same ole nerd, but still ain’t the one to test I’ll test ya reflex with a kick to the chest Quick to invest in anything that solve for stress Cause, effects, eliminate what cause regrets Pause and let time have a moment for self Too late to change the bet once the card is dealt On knees I knelt, prayed to be saved, please HELP But then I heard a voice yell, ‘Best ta save yourself’ The voice that I heard came from the depths my own brain And made me realize I was locked in my own chains Old pains left me all worn and complacent Then I finally I faced, yeah, now I’m back in basement The rap ain’t amazing, in fact this to back to basics React to a track, post it, then track my engagement Factual statement, I ain’t earned no actual payment That ain’t the goal, that don’t mean I ain’t trying to change it Let me explain it in a different way so ya get it I more than committed, pouring out my heart when I writ it Totally submission to self, and ain’t scared to admit it This is a visit, my homeworld? That’s what this isn’t Trust in the vision, but feels like I’m trapped in prison Crafted a prism from colors that I found on spectrum Mix and dissect em, bend em any way I direct em The mind is weapon, the rhyme has some minor aggression I am an artist, never mind my actual profession Time is a blessing, timing is a separate investment You may suppress it, but you could never sever the essence Forever connected, metaphors, most wouldn’t catch it I don’t expect it, humility, pride is protected But if you’re feeling me, please, keep buying the records No trying or guessing, focus on a style that’s effective Wild and reflective, effort of ill-rational method