Complete the Cycle Video (MV)

The dog Phife and Barry White under porch lights
A troglodyte as I carry pints of the Coors Light
Get the cog right as I bury plights and the poor strife
The long nights made him erudite with the foresight
So I'm enticed to tell squares to hike, keep the core tight
Asses rattle through grass, establish the fort like
Knox, I react to your form like
Matador's psyche once I absorb sight
Of the red flags in you dork's hype
Your brief brush with fame lasted a fort nite
Be such a shame, the crabs of your type
Get the sword swipe from a warlord of the scorched mic
Since I was born in the psych ward then the cord slice
Set him forth to find fortunes of a Forsyte
Corpus brings corpses I'm just soaring the score's height
It's more life, I'm sourcing a dwarf's gripe
With recordings the hoarders on every corner adore, alright
However it might go down
I just stay on the mic, throw down
No matter much they try and stifle
I'll get there before they complete the cycle
But sometimes the sight's so foul
Like I'm walking a tightrope now
Sometimes it's got me feeling spiteful
But I'll get there before they complete the cycle
This path I pave to praise and accolades
A claim I have to stake as a great and activate
A break from tragic days, create impacts with weight
When radiant craft'll grace a page and map the way
To manifest with success the plans that I dissect
Granted, yes I've never crept with fantastical steps
Stand back and reflect at grand strategist's desk
From crassly bereft to grandmasters of chess
In essence I find solace in the solitude
Only time honest, I design all my plots and moves
Follow through with rhyme sonnets as the job resumes
With a monster boost to be iconic from beyond the tomb
At the opportune minute, this author will breathe out
Rigorous optics are clean now, cerebral rebounds
From frivolous thoughts I see how
I ought to get flicking this caution to breeze now
Breed style for some type of regard
Fleets of crowds at the Garden as I strikingly start
Dreams inbound with a spark, morph this life in these bars
Dark horses, this art form is rightfully ours
However it might go down
I just stay on the mic, throw down
No matter much they try and stifle
I'll get there before they complete the cycle
But sometimes the sight's so foul
Like I'm walking a tightrope now
Sometimes it's got me feeling spiteful
But I'll get there before they complete the cycle
In a shock, race against the pendulum knock
I play to win until the adrenaline stops
A lone author, don't fold, I go conquer
Episodes of depressive woes to go farther
It's my turn on the totem to shine
As I preserve this moment in time
Many from whom I've learned are at home or have died
So it's for them when I've emerged and molded my rise
However it might go down
I just stay on the mic, throw down
No matter much they try and stifle
I'll get there before they complete the cycle
But sometimes the sight's so foul
Like I'm walking a tightrope now
Sometimes it's got me feeling spiteful
But I'll get there before they complete the cycle
However it might go down
I just stay on the mic, throw down
No matter much they try and stifle
I'll get there before they complete the cycle
But sometimes the sight's so foul
Like I'm walking a tightrope now
Sometimes it's got me feeling spiteful
But I'll get there before they complete the cycle