Misdirected

Verse 1
I keep moving while they’re groving to the beat,
It’s soothing while I smooth the feet,
Snoozing hitting the enter key, while they delete,
Censor the scene, enter the paradox of my dream.

Verse 2
Movement and stillness, world moving while I'm making a leap,
Deep into reality’s illusion, while I'm vaping on lean,
One thought deep as the breath, clutching the air out of my chest,
And I’m falling into the trap of the victim from this inactivity.
Layered laughing backs under the tracks, hysterically,
As she lies upside down to vertically stare at me.
Corner of her mouth curls mischievously,
One drop out of the bucket, this list for me.

Verse 3
Surrealism starting to break at the corners, tearing at the seams,
Pulls you in, welcome to my mental space,
Making you forget your troubles, not care about a thing,
Part of my deep spells, phasing in and out in between worlds.
Phase in, late face shift a bit,
Days when I interfaced intelligence from outta space.
Benefits will assist with an amazing pace of progress,
Not in the same league, so I laughed at Congress.
Which is the opposite, I guess,
So I am asked like Adonis,
Yeah, I got to take on this task that is thrust upon us,
Bringing out the mustard for this busted promise.

Verse 4
I’m trying to navigate through these ultimate altered states of dimensions,
Playfulness, bass will rust, stay ready, bust to confetti,
Like a loose string unraveling, life line to save you,
My sign, deploy rhymes.

Verse 5
We all got life choices, so I got nine voices on this mic,
Like the inches of my nails growing longer to find the voiceless,
And goddamn, having access to the internet again,
Get into it, not too intricate.

Verse 6
And I don’t mind being a fan boy of Ilona,
Check the vibe, like I’m rolling with Ilona Novacek,
She’d be like, “Damn boy, you bring the grand joy,”
I’d be her damn toy, caught up like a man coy,
Goddamn, she's like, "Damn boy, you've had enough damn soy!”
That’s why she’s in the rhyme next to the dime flex,
Put a damn hex in my mind, like a life lesson complex,
Ilona Novacek, known for grace beyond the page,
Her vibe’s like Vogue, but grounded like sage,
In the depth of elegance, that beauty shines—
Got me hypnotized, like a secret in the lines.

Verse 7
The rich have an agenda, manipulating voting results,
From the perspective, cyberspace aggression,
Like they throw in a pox on the nations,
You ain't even up in their wicked conversations.
Pentagon looks like one of my dog's frisbees,
It does seem funny to make this final decision,
Trying to draw up a contract, making a compact with
The hottest singers to make my song slap!
All I really want is to take a long nap and wake up refreshed,
But I guess there's no rest for the wicked,
So it's like I'm standing here with half a ticket,
Like I knew I was going to throw a hat trick, but it just missed the wicked,
Yell like a bowling ball, make those pins fall,
Scatter thoughts all in the back, bra!
For this rapper/actor,
That's why I sleep with knives in the bed like Angelina Jolie allegedly did.

Verse 8
The manipulation of election data will dictate the future nation’s behavior,
The DropBox fires getting investigated by the FBI,
On ballots throwing things out of balance,
Pushing people to further get online,
Digital voting in their minds for the next time,
They can just make it up and say you survived and who you voted for,
And then it was just a lie.

Hook
Who won the election? That's not my selection,
But my vote got burnt up through a massive, classic misdirection,
They burning votes to teach a lesson,
Lost in the flames of a grand distortion,
While they orchestrate some mass abrasive deportation,
That's the 88 billion dollar question,
Wrapped in lies like I was zapped in,
Misdirection’s echoes reflection of the world’s state.