[Intro] Check it, Mind Over Matter Sometimes I feel this game is too twisted So many evil intentions I gotta spill my heart on this one My words will shed some light on it Listen up [Verse] I come from a small town, Crestwood, Kentucky Some of you fools out there think I was awfully lucky But then I moved on to the big city, Louisville Started to jot my thoughts down, a way and a will I knew I couldn't be famous since the day I picked up the pen But I still have those dreams, every now and again What I'm truly here to do is open up all of your minds And I think that after I'm done here, you will in time But lately, I've noticed a popular trend in play Have you ever actually listened to rap music today? Heard the stupid things that a lot of these kids have to say? Thought about what our youth is doing in the streets of LA? Nah? Then you're contributing to the problem we're facing We're all helping stoke the fires that we should be erasing Want me to shut up? Well join the crowd I'm dissing It's a long line, look, there's a point here you're missing Stop

[Verse 1] I’m writing up this lyrical whirlwind, do you hear me now? Am I so loud that I can tear the entire building down? Or do I have to keep screaming to make you people hear me To help all of you ignorant folks that run from our dead society I’m not gonna put up with it anymore, I’m tired of the lies I’m sick of all the nonsense, and of all the drowned out cries Come on, people, we need to take a stand against these corporations Dismantling the very foundation upon which we’ve built our nation I’m beginning to see the edge nearing us, it’s about to collapse And what’s the government gonna blame? Accidental mishaps Democrats and republicans fighting over who’s views are better While evil businessmen lie back together like birds of a feather [Hook] We’re all members of the international fool coalition We’re all being herded into a whole moral prohibition While we sit back and tell ourselves everything is peachy When in reality money is placed so high it’s out of reach, see? You’re all blinded by the light of an impossible existence Shone from ten thousand cigars smoked by corporate big wigs Donald Trump has you fooled, and Ted Cruz isn’t in your favor Hillary Clinton can’t make magic, and Bernie Sanders isn’t your savior [Verse 2] I hate making rhymes about politics, but this year we need to change Because almost every single person running for '16 is deranged Three of them are puppets, and the last one is too extreme Even if his ideals are good, people fear a whole regime Change, from what the Republican party has planned for us all I bet that in the near future somebody’s gonna frame him for assault Like they did with Bill, Cosby, not Hillary’s husband One was a childhood wonder, the other a dime a dozen [Hook] [Verse 3] Can you not see that you’re brainwashed, that you’re stuck in a box? Can’t you tell we’re at war with the globe, not just Jordan or Iraq? Islam isn’t a terror cell, and immigrants aren’t the problem The real issue lies within borders, so why we tryin’a stop them? They want peaceful lives just as bad as we do, stupid bigots Why do you think they’re coming to us? Yet we make them fidget Pat Pedro or Mohammed down now, bet you’ll find nothing unusual But if you’re a bigot ‘round ‘em, someone’s gonna say, “uh, ‘scuse you” Look, I’m not trying to start something, but let me be perfectly clear I’m here to tip you people off, like I’m cleaning a spear We have to make sure we kill this where it stands, dead in its tracks This whole twisted carcass of evil, or else we gotta watch our backs So remember this rhythm and rhyme while you’re driving your car In your home, den, study, or bathroom, play it wherever you are Just remember that we have a mission that we cannot abort I just chose lyricism to tackle problems like this and the sort

[Verse 1: Sixth Sense] I catalyze the industry, I'm an enemy of the state like Watergate A lot of hate has seeped through your open mouth, mate Put it on my tab to create a great escape for a conglomerate I pack in a lot of traits into my mind to help me elaborate Don't think I'll make this easy for you to criticize, Six is desolate A monster just waiting to thrash the competition, I am your fate I refuse to slip up, Chuck, I'm spewing like vomit I got this mic hands free, Norris, I'm done with this shit So tired of having to conform to the whims of society I'm about to mess up your thoughts, clean up on aisle 3 Fuck this fame, I don't need a fan base to be sick and twisted Better make sure you don't blink, I'll be gone, boom, you missed it Try to knock me out, you'll just dig your own grave deeper bitch I'm in love with the music, I think it's about time we got hitched This is a cinch, I could do this with my eyes closed, bros Ha, probably not, I couldn't see the venom I wrote on these hoes [Hook: Sixth Sense] Slick shit so different spit from the mouth of an anti-hypocrite Get bit, before you get hit into a half wit mosh pit, step off it I'm having a fit Y'all ready for the second verse to come around? Sick Six Yeah, so step off it [Verse 2: Sixth Sense] I don't believe you understand the angle I'm laying out here Sixth Sense, worth more than just six pence a year I'm only Mind Over Matter in the days I actually give a fuck But when I'm carefree, double S is in the back of the trunk Both lyrically and mentally, I'm here to impress the masses And to keep riding smoothly like I've got a class A chassis Yeah, I know how to pronounce it, but my way is classy Would you damn Grammar Nazis just prefer to hear chassis? Sixie's got a few screws loose in the cranial area My rhymes are so brutal, oops, I don't mean to scare ya Just hop into line, one at a time, no crowdin' me If you wanna hear a dope ripper that'll make you burgundy Heard of me? Probably not, I'm new on the scene Like Donald Trump stepping up tying for the presidency I've heard a lot of jokes in my day, but that's the greatest So repeat my track six times and update your playlist [Hook: Sixth Sense] I'd like to introduce to you all AugustInstrumental Take it away, dawg Go ahead Do what you do [Verse 3: AugustHenrickson] Yo Sometimes I get sick of this cursed Sixth Sense always thinkin' about punchlines Which words can I combine to allign a rhyme in the sentence Absurd guy, that'll keep a dry eye through the hardest times in life I see a fuckin' triple 6 appearin' on my wrist And every time I wash it away it comes back again My chest it feels like it's cavin' in All the doors are closin' The windows seem to be tinted, I'm tempted I'll admit it, Satan But I'll never sell my soul, I will save it I will make it, my mission to be sane again I will daily vent, all my troubles I will make amends To my life move from out inside of this bubble I am caged up in Cest la vie See me through the Hubble never fumble but I'm feeble Loop the beat speaking point is needle Not a fool deceived by evil I believe in peaceful people Burning love trumps the hate of evil Save the eagle, go deep inside your ego Ask yourself are you really real Is emotion just a brains way to make us feel Unknowing why we're alive Trapped inside our mind until we die I've lived before but I've never lived a pivotal life

[Verse 1: Mind Over Matter] Sometimes it feels like I can't even make up a rhyme Sometimes I get the sense that something's invadin' my mind Of the Sixth kind, my heart is on my sleeve while I pantomime The masses pointing and laughing when they see me every single time I won't lie, it hurts my soul when a man is misjudged Or when a human takes a life just on the whim of a grudge Our morals are smudged, spilled ink across the pages of a masterpiece I want to heal the open sore on the rap game like Baptist East I'm here to teach you a message, like I'm one of the Sadducces But all these biblical references really make me sad, you see It's travesty, to speak of something you know nothing about Watch where you step because stupidity is infectious like the gout [Hook] Closer, closer... [Verse 2: Mind Over Matter] I had to take a break there, just needed catch my breath Because I can feel Six pushing his way out of my chest He's cracking my ribs, and punching holes in my skin I don't know if I can hold him back from coming back out again He's making me see red, he's making me bleed, too He's making my entire way of life get run through I can't hold him any longer, I fear the worst for us all I guess it's time he rises, and the time has come that I fall [Hook] [Verse 3: Sixth Sense] Sixth Sense back at it again, and I'm back to win Fuck all you fake ass phonies who throw back like a bottle of gin I'm about to drop bombs and level this entire town Here's a middle ground, it's time to learn Six don't fuck around Oh did I say that aloud? My bad, I don't want to offend any of you I'm kidding of course, it don't bother me if you're black or Jew I hate everyone equally, I got two middle fingers for all occasions I'm crafting these lyrics as if I were adept in alteration I'm not gonna stop just because the beat suddenly drops My ass is gonna flow every rhyme I write until I rise to the top I'm not stopping anywhere in between here and now Why now? See, son, I've already taken the rap crown And now I've got divine intervention up in my sights Shady better watch out, I'm about to cut out the lights I'm ready to finish the job that Lucifer never could do I will rise up to become the Rap God in front of all of you You can't run with the big guys, you puny little shit Sixth Sense, I'm the master, and Mind Over Matter is my bitch I'm the illest rapper to ever appear over a dope ass beat I'm the best motherfucking rapper in K-Y, ain't that neat? So before anyone tries to kick me down from this pedestal None of you punk ass fakes could ever compete with my skill Who the fuck are you? This is my spotlight, my fame Lil Debose, you say? Psh, that name sounds pretty damn lame [Verse 4: lil DEBOSE] See it's, lil DEBOSE, wantin' to move kilos What the fuck, man? I'll get you popped open like a bag of Fritos Doritos? That's Cool Ranch, 'cause I'll be coolin' out South What the fuck, you gon' talk shit? I'll have my nigga put the 40 to yo mouth Oh shit, out there, nigga we smokin' them zips What the fuck, nigga, you know I always keep that thing, on my hip What the fuck, I fuck with them Crips, and probably a couple Bloods But nigga hold up, we ain't cool, we don't fuck around with no hugs Nigga, I'm the plug, I move the dope, I move the coke, I move the hay Nigga, like I said, you might have to go home, what you think? Nigga I go hard in the fuckin' paint, just like I'm Stephan Curry I hit the plug's phone like "nigga yeah, you know I be in a hurry" [Outro: Sixth Sense] Alright, fine, you not that bad, I give you that But you still not no fuckin' Sixth Sense Yeah, let's end this My Duality, let's drop it

[Intro] Yeah, Mind Over Matter Have you ever had those feelings That you couldn't seem to shake? I have This is my story Listen [Verse 1] I'm droppin' the verse, I'm bringin' the heat I'm flowing a line that you cannot defeat I'm killin' myself, I'm feelin' myself But did I ever think that this could happen to me? No, it's all in my head and I can't tell The good from the bad, is this hell? Or is it just another time in my life One that I'm filling up with hatred, strife Kept the ball rolling, kept myself going All the times I fell and I needed consoling I was there for me when no one else would I always called it luck, knock on wood Where were you when I was here struggling? You were out there doing your own thing But that's okay, I made it this far alone Searching and seeking to just find my own I'm not angry, really I'm at peace now I was my mentor, I showed me how To cope with all the things life hit me with How did I do it? I plead the fifth All you need to know is that I am here Feet planted firmly, I have no fear Won't run from my problems so big and bad I truly am the man that this game never had [Hook x2] We're all broken souls We're all broken hearted We all fall down sometimes But we all get up unscarred, kid [Verse 2] So calm on the outside I always am But inside my head lies Vietnam There are times so hard that I can't even cope That I write so much but I never feel dope I just wanna collapse, just wanna play dead Sometimes I wanna put a gun to my head But then I realize how strong I am inside Come this far and haven't laid down or died So don't judge me by the color of skin Judge me by the lyrical madness I spin Because I'm here to help anyone at all Who listens to what I say when I bawl Because I am no more than any of you I have the talent and skill to do this, true But the fact of the matter is I have no clue I just flow the best I can, it's nothing new [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Check it, guys, you know I got plenty to say I just wanna sit here and rap my worries away But we all know I can't, because I'm scarred too I'm just like everyone else, it's true But inside I am my own human being Inside is the beauty that is so worth seeing I'm just here to express myself in few words So here goes, bro, yo, rise of the nerds Takin' it away with intent to impress I'm not gonna change on you, #thedress I'm only here to change your style of thinkin' As if I were preaching like a hardcore Christian Sometimes it's too hard to press on, you see Just like this impediment that makes me me When I try to spit bars faster than a Pittsburgh plant I just sound like a babbling crazy sycophant Speedy Gonzales has got nothing on me Sonic better catch up on his running spree Gotta go faster if he wants to catch up to me Because at this point I'm gone, Cloudsdale Academy So here goes nothing from this lonely soul Will this ever go big? Nobody knows But that doesn't matter to me, I'm just here for fun Nihil sub sole novum, nothing new under the sun

[Verse 1: Sixth Sense] Sixth Sense, I’m rhyming, my scheming mind dreams of horrible things that I’ve seen I cannot believe you motherfuckers didn’t see me coming sooner, what a wonderful thing I’m a master of disaster, and you’re all caught in the blissfulness of it all, you’re stupid I’m not someone to love and I’m not about to get ready to shoot an arrow like cupid So go on and scram before I make you regret ever playing this shit, Kobe Bryant I’m flowing into each and every one of your ears without even tryin’ Drop the beat, there’s no denyin’ that I got skills for the long years to come in the future I’ll bend you in half like the Kama Sutra, then I’ll just have to come and shoot ya Your flow is as dry as Ferris Buller, fuckin’ punk ass rap fiends that don’t understand me Understand me! I got your fuckin’ attention now, don’t I? Hehe, go me Sixie, I ain’t sexy, and I ain’t letting up on the flow, no that’s a no no So play this song back again and listen as I ignore everything and just go blow [Hook: Sixth Sense] Sixth Sense is insane, but I am oh so, fun, you see I’m deadlier than a cocktail of lead and mercury These motherfuckers irkin' me, I spit haphazardly And I'm about ready to start chopping up like a cherry tree So you'd better get ready to feel my verbal barrage Because I'm about to body you and lock you in the garage I'm a psychotically deranged motherfucker, you see And I'm about five foot seven inches, that's a reference, see [Verse 2: Sixth Sense] Stop tryin' to take me out, I'll win in any type of sinister bout I'm not playing when I write these evil words that I speak about I'm as serious as the stab wounds that I leave in M-O-M's chest I'll leave you in shock with the words I bring, cardiac arrest You'll be strokin' out on the ground like a chronic masturbator Just like the strokes of the pen I'm scratching on this fuckin' paper They're illWordz, like those of another rapper I'd give a shout out But right now, Six is in the spotlight, it's my time so get out I'm dropping bombs on this track so hard I'm banned in Japan But I ain't worried about it, I can go to Florida for my tan Besides, what the fuck do I care what other people think of me? I'm Sixth Sense because I can see something no one else can see I can read every pansy prick with their hearts on their sleeve They're all fuckin' out of control with their nonstop bereave I murder every single bar you give me like a Bessemer And I'll be here as long as a hundred thousand semesters [Hook: Sixth Sense] Sixth Sense is insane, but I am oh so, fun, you see I’m deadlier than a cocktail of lead and mercury These motherfuckers irkin' me, I spit haphazardly And I'm about ready to start chopping up like a cherry tree So you'd better get ready to feel my verbal barrage Because I'm about to body you and lock you in the garage I'm a psychotically deranged motherfucker, you see And I'm about five foot seven inches, that's a reference, see [Verse 3: Sixth Sense] Listen, I'm spewing venom, like a cobra, I'm a King I'm a rap god like Eminem, with any line that I bring You can shoot the messenger, I won't fall to the ground I'm a devil in disguise, a demon with words so profound Damn, fuck, shit, how can I rebound from that last verse? My secret is out now, I'd better run before I fill up a hearse You cunts cannot catch me, I'm a runner, see how I race this track? So loop this flow like a fish tank, brb, I'll be back [Verse 4: Sixth Sense] What'd I miss? Damn, is the song over already? In that case, I'll haunt you later in your sleep like Freddy I just got one more thing to say, then I'll be gone so soon So much water works when I leave, I'm a monsoon With words spitting right at you, I'm nuts like a cashew Silence all the lambs like Hanibal Lecter, no Nosferatu Drop the beat, and let me go on about my own business So I can snap on anyone in my vicinity, no witnesses

[Intro: Mind Over Matter] Yeah, time to clear the smoke Ominous, M-O-M Let's go [Verse 1: Ominous] My bars colder then some steel in the winter it's a meal to remember My paper is the plate you rappers are dinner Better walk away like you was on the path of a sinner Make you wreck your car and beat your fucking ass with the fender Step into the rapathon I'll shred until your tablet's gone The way I map a song you think I'm Lewis and Clark I'm like a poisonous dart ripping you fools right apart Like a drunk behind the wheel you was doomed from the start [Verse 2: Mind Over Matter] You know that I ain't right brained whenever I come around Because of what I say in every verse I'm dropping on the ground This is My Duality, but I'm not gonna tell a lie to y'all Honest Abe in the verse, as if I'm fighting Confederation Don't yawn, because I'm not ready to put you to sleep yet Keep your eyes open, so you can behold my humble covenant Between me, myself, and I, a plea of my insanity I dropped For The Kings as a beacon, a royal decree To my loyal subjects out there trying to fight the scourge Of hypocrisy spoonfed to us by a society that's emerged From the deepest pit somewhere out there in the galaxy And my home is the asylum, because difference is insanity [Hook: Mind Over Matter] My mind is a graveyard, so torn and destroyed I've been me so long, I've been getting paranoid Mind Over Matter isn't just a name, it's an entire way of livin' More matter of fact than the message of the lyrics I'm givin' [Verse 3: Ominous] We'll leave you leaking like a septic deadly threats are manifesting When we step up to the mic we spread the knowledge like a reverend I'm from a lost dimension where the mic is my god Cause a violent assault swing bars like Vikings with swords I'm more heated then the suns surface lungs bursting when I'm done serving I can commit triple homicide on one person Call it quits I ball my fists and swing with aggression My brain is sharp enough to make your ligaments sever Check the aggressive flavor I enter a hellish nature Leveling any faker intestinal separator A felon with pen and paper I'm shredding you like a grater Leaving holes inside your chest the size of like twenty craters See, it takes me nine months to give birth to a bar Rhymes are something like a waiter 'cause they're serving you all Yo, these backstabbers got me on the verge of assault Have you stranded on an island with no person to call [Hook: Mind Over Matter] [Verse 4: Mind Over Matter] So Imma break it down to a level that you should understand I'm trying to save a ton of lives before this gets out of hand The ones who lead you aren't gonna hold your hands I'm not magical, hell, I've spent five years just looking for a band If we want to change, we have to change, not just sit around We need to stand up for what we believe, even in a little town So don't let your heart drop, I'm not a classic heartthrob But I will reach out until I grab a hand to pull me on top And when I'm up there, I'll be sure to remember my followers Who were always there to help me rise above these rafters I'm on the roof of my game now, but I ain't Santa's reindeer Inside my head is a runaway train, and I'm ready to commandeer So I'm leaving you with this one message to take to your heart Never ever let your light go out, or the dark'll tear you apart I know from experience, I was never ever sadder Than the days before I stood up and became Mind Over Matter

[Intro] I’m here to make a point that so many have before I’m gonna drop this track I’m rapping, then I’m out the door I’m not adept at chopping people up, so slow is my method now But that don’t mean I can’t speed it up if I try, let me show you how [Verse 1] Takin’ it away from the get go is always M-O-M’s MO, Em, bro I’m blasting and casting and harassing the last thing I need right now is to hear no I flow, sick insanity, sizzle like Slizzle spewing slapstick so spunky Bleh, bleh, my failure leaves me sounding like a Tech N9ne carryin’ drunkie Zoom, zooming this verse like a stolen hearse try to catch me I’m spitting fire, halitosis so bad I caused global warming, ha, that’s funky Can I speed it up any faster than this? I dunno, dawg, I never tried that before But if I do, I’d better be ready to travel to years past, ‘84 I don’t wanna repeat the same old lines but this is the time and I feel inclined To make a request to anyone tryin’a beef with me step off my case, you get declined In time, I rhyme I’m sick, I’ll sneeze on you, achoo, bless you? Bless me Test me, testy, rest in peace, you get deceased, that’s depressing, stress see? And I won’t stop until the beat drops I won’t stop until the beat drops Give me a minute I gotta catch my breath off that one Heh, bet you never heard me flow like that, son Mind Over Matter got some skills you didn’t know about Going back again, you ready to hear me out? Six and M are two peas in a pod so sick, so sinister So crack a bottle, upturn it and knock it down like ‘Meister I’m a poltergeist, sir, boo, scare you, where to? Hell, shoo Hah, I’m fireproof, you get lit, you’ll flail too, jail? Coo’ Nail two scaled crews to a wall for lyrical target practice Get run through Y’all tired of me yet? Nah? Good I’m far from finished with this one This is too fun, second verse coming around now Let’s do it [Verse 2] It’s time I throw some alliteration up into this rhyme piece I’m ready to show the world that I am a straight up rhyme beast All right, avert all of your assets to amass an algorithm To treat this track like the truth, while I try to spit sum’ Bars so brave I be brawling you with a barrage so brutal More fatal than five flails and four flicks from a flute, yo What am I wearing? Why, some washed up whipper snappers Dumb delinquents decided they’d destroy all other rappers No need to negate my newest nemesis, not that I have one So silly to see some sucker selling slander under the sun But I’m immune to ignorance, I have implied intentions Verily vent these viable sources from your vacant visions [Verse 3] This verse is freestyled.

[Verse 1: Mind Over Matter] Sometimes it feels like I can't even make up a rhyme Sometimes I get the sense that something's invadin' my mind Of the Sixth kind, my heart is on my sleeve while I pantomime The masses pointing and laughing when they see me every single time I won't lie, it hurts my soul when a man is misjudged Or when a human takes a life just on the whim of a grudge Our morals are smudged, spilled ink across the pages of a masterpiece I want to heal the open sore on the rap game like Baptist East I'm here to teach you a message, like I'm one of the Sadducces But all these biblical references really make me sad, you see It's travesty, to speak of something you know nothing about Watch where you step because stupidity is infectious like the gout [Hook] Closer, closer... [Verse 2: Mind Over Matter] I had to take a break there, just needed catch my breath Because I can feel Six pushing his way out of my chest He's cracking my ribs, and punching holes in my skin I don't know if I can hold him back from coming back out again He's making me see red, he's making me bleed, too He's making my entire way of life get run through I can't hold him any longer, I fear the worst for us all I guess it's time he rises, and the time has come that I fall [Hook] [Verse 3: Sixth Sense] Sixth Sense back at it again, and I'm back to win Fuck all you fake ass phonies who throw back like a bottle of gin I'm about to drop bombs and level this entire town Here's a middle ground, it's time to learn Six don't fuck around Oh did I say that aloud? My bad, I don't want to offend any of you I'm kidding of course, it don't bother me if you're black or Jew I hate everyone equally, I got two middle fingers for all occasions I'm crafting these lyrics as if I were adept in alteration I'm not gonna stop just because the beat suddenly drops My ass is gonna flow every rhyme I write until I rise to the top I'm not stopping anywhere in between here and now Why now? See, son, I've already taken the rap crown And now I've got divine intervention up in my sights Shady better watch out, I'm about to cut out the lights I'm ready to finish the job that Lucifer never could do I will rise up to become the Rap God in front of all of you You can't run with the big guys, you puny little shit Sixth Sense, I'm the master, and Mind Over Matter is my bitch I'm the illest rapper to ever appear over a dope ass beat I'm the best motherfucking rapper in K-Y, ain't that neat? So before anyone tries to kick me down from this pedestal None of you punk ass fakes could ever compete with my skill Who the fuck are you? This is my spotlight, my fame Lil Debose, you say? Psh, that name sounds pretty damn lame [Verse 4: lil DEBOSE] See it's, lil DEBOSE, wantin' to move kilos What the fuck, man? I'll get you popped open like a bag of Fritos Doritos? That's Cool Ranch, 'cause I'll be coolin' out South What the fuck, you gon' talk shit? I'll have my nigga put the 40 to yo mouth Oh shit, out there, nigga we smokin' them zips What the fuck, nigga, you know I always keep that thing, on my hip What the fuck, I fuck with them Crips, and probably a couple Bloods But nigga hold up, we ain't cool, we don't fuck around with no hugs Nigga, I'm the plug, I move the dope, I move the coke, I move the hay Nigga, like I said, you might have to go home, what you think? Nigga I go hard in the fuckin' paint, just like I'm Stephan Curry I hit the plug's phone like "nigga yeah, you know I be in a hurry" [Outro: Sixth Sense] Alright, fine, you not that bad, I give you that But you still not no fuckin' Sixth Sense Yeah, let's end this My Duality, let's drop it

[Verse 1] I’m technobabblin’, I got a lot to say in so little time So listen up beautiful people to my next hit rhyme I’m not a savior, and I’m not exactly Satan, either When people ask me whether red or blue, I say neither My life is a grayscale picture set to play on repeat So keep it flowing like honey, and go on, loop the beat Once again, I’ve got a ton of things that I’m ready to say This is My Duality, so you know I’m about to take it away Social media is the topic I’ve decided to speak about now Facebook, twitter, Instagram, they’re your gods so bow They’ve got your minds held hostage in a tiny little screen And they’ve taped your mouths shut so you can’t even scream They’re robbers, your sanity and intelligence are at stake Yet so many people think this topic is up for debate I’m not about to fall to the crowd and give in to it Yeah I use some, but I’m not gonna be ignorance’s conduit [Hook] Yeah, bow to me, Zuckerberg, you gave the crown to me Yeah, bow to me, Dorsey, you gave the crown to me Yeah, bow to me, Systrom, you gave the crown to me Yeah, let me speak, M-O-M, I’m ‘bout to help you see [Verse 2] Do you not understand what the internet is doing to us all? How our nation’s children are growing egos teen feet tall? Or do you not care, because they have you so blinded I lost my mind long ago, and I’m still trying to find it But it will not be found if someone confirms my fears That our lives have been one big lie for all of these years The common folk are just pawns in a global regime Sorry to burst your bubble, but nothing is as it seems Now I’m something Uncle Sam is gonna be attacking a lot Because I make it so obvious that I have a militant plot To save as many of you lobotomites I can, like it or not So the government can take a step back, oh, Great Scott You exclaim because this kid should not be talking like this Oh you thought we were all suicidal, slittin’ our wrists? Nah, we’re smart, and we’re rising up against the machine So better nobody try to stop us, nah, don’t try to convene [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m angry not because I’m a youth that’s stuck in revolt Or because I choke sometimes like a jammed up colt I’m angry because you’re pushing my generation down We are the next leaders of America, mayors of every town We’re the future governors, and also the next presidents But that can’t happen if we’ve got nothing left to represent Stop acting like you’re holier than thou, you ain’t heaven-sent You’re the worst of the worst, no room for you to repent Technobabble is the name of this song, so don’t get confused When you change the channel and see Mind on the news “Local Louisville Youth Arrested For Terroristic Threatening” I’m just speaking the truth, I’m not selling methamphetamine I got no time for the hard stuff, my rhymes are harder anyway And I’m not afraid to go toe to toe with any politician any day I’m so tired of always hearing the same old stupid sob story And if you listen real close, you’ll hear an angry mob forming

[Verse 1: Sixth Sense] Sixth Sense, you can’t stop me, I’m deadly like the Everfree Forrest, or Cloudsdale Academy in Equestria after dark, you see M-O-M says “he’s haunting me”, yeah, I am and I will not let go He begs me please, I laugh at him, knock his ass out, and calmly say no I’m killing the flow, I’m doper from the mouth than a gram of Mary Joe Wanna, wanna, wanna spit another verse like it’s my time to go But I’m not leaving when I have the control, bitch, I bash yo skull Banging so hard on your subs that I’ll make you collateral So watch what you say about this devil inside the head of another Rapper entirely, we share the same body but not the same mother [Hook: Sixth Sense] I am the monster inside of your head I am the one who makes you feel dead But I also make you feel alive, tehe I’m the reason you’re separated, apostrophe I am the private enemy number one I am the eclipse blocking out the sun I am the vices you tangle with every single night So let me ask you this, man, why do you even fight? [Verse 2: Sixth Sense] I’m sicker than the fuckin’ swine flu, just call me ebola Actually, you can’t call me nothin’, I clear my throat, Ricola Yeah, I knocked the screws loose inside this head of ours And I’m the one with the millions upon millions of battle scars Mine may be mental, but metaphysical is my psychiatry I’m sick, did you not get the noose? Time for your lobotomy Everyone around me thinks I’m a fuckin’ nutcase, oh damn Well, I guess it’s true, my thoughts are unheard of like Spam I’m a psychotic figment of Mind’s imagination and I am proud I’m not letting anything in, my sign says more than no dogs allowed I’m a psychopath killer, so you had better step off it Before I get my whole crew to come up and straight stomp you, bitch This verse is finally over, and I gotta let the beat hook But I’ve said enough for now, I left your fuckin’ mind shook So this is Six signing off upon your verbal ass whoopin’ His screams are so damn loud it’s like a crowd whoopin’ [Hook: Sixth Sense] I am the monster inside of your head I am the one who makes you feel dead But I also make you feel alive, tehe I’m the reason you’re separated, apostrophe I am the private enemy number one I am the eclipse blocking out the sun I am the vices you tangle with every single night So let me ask you this, man, why do you even fight? [Verse 3: Sixth Sense] You can kill me, but you'll never release the spirit I embody Because to you, I'm like an inexperienced killer, nobody I'm bringing your head a severance package so brutal And when I'm done, I'll just go back inside, business as usual Master of slayin' the rhyme, one at a time, hell's gates are open And I'm the gatekeeper, all of you are welcome, come on in I'm complicated as Mahjong, and hard to handle as Yahtzee And I know for sure nobody in this game could ever top me [Verse 4: Mind Over Matter] Jesus, I'm tootin' my own horn now, what has it come to? Where the hell am I? Why is this mic here, was it you? Six, I swear to god, you're gonna ruin my whole way of life Though I gotta admit, your wit is sharper than a knife I'm a good lyricist, but you blow it out of the water You're so hot on the mic it's like your mouth is a solder You don't care what people think, and I'm starting to accept you Maybe it's time I make these two become one, yeah, that's what I'll do