Certain Kind of High Video (MV)

Get to the microphone and I eat it up like a savage
Deliver the package, record drop, I'm more than the average
You couldn't salvage your lyrics, I'm reigning from the top
I'm talking provocative rocking till the rhythm stop
I'll rock a parking lot, corner store, or porch stoop
Not just a club scene but a buzz fiend of real roots
So I said f*ck loot, I'm out to get a certain high
I'm touching sound that will keep a writer getting by
One pound of flesh for the value whether thought or written
Intermittent flow with a glow, and in fact I'm never missing
I'm merely itching and wishing to get a crowd to listen
I'm on a mission to color the often composition
So while you glisten, I'm ripping a dark to sketch a verse
I self medicate a sickness only getting worse
An auditory thirst, serpent with a jaded tongue
Traded one bar and chamber split a nickel plated gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah, rhythm complimenting my tracheal deviation
Correlation to the imagery built in a conversation
Elevation, never back track, I'm second to none
And I intoxicate the beat just like the tar up in your lung
And I don't know who did it but they said it was Kaus
And yo I'm shaking the grounds, forget a subtle applause
I'm here to touch the globe, and yo I'm feeling rambunctious
Tongue twist flows for the track when I bump this
Jump this line up and out to the next
With a substance-rhyme, coincide for the mesh
Spill the truth, leave a mess, and I'm banging on a war drum
I got an anagram flipping off a metaphor's tongue
Chasing your dream huh? Kid, you ought to run more
Done more writing, spit a verse till your lungs sore
I bring it back, attack a track, intact in every way
Corrupt the people with a sequel, let the record play