Artifact - Changes lyrics

We're turnt... turnt up Turn down... for what? I am the Messiah in the flesh, social pariah at its best The graphite hit the striker take the fire to the chest Pull the piece... smoke clears the tube like a .45 Then I wait a few months before I write more rhymes In time, I'll get the hang of it like shirts in my closet With verses nostalgic back to before 'Before' People fled my side as if the court was adjourned Couldn't play ball with the pro they ignored and conformed Chanting 'We can do what we want but never want what we want...' Appalled by the thought turned myself to a savant Isolated from friends I sat and studied my art The Viper constrained me by the neck but my thinking stayed sharp But my un-aged heart was cut apart, a break up so I braked hard Stored the zip in my lame car tried the Great Escape but hey Sometimes the bird doesn't run out of the cage It waits and waits 'cause at least this prison is spacious It's great, huh? being uppermid cla** while you know it Adopted at birth, sick of all these ba*tards that's stoic Black and brown kids mad 'cause I'm the best on the Mic spittin' White kids mad 'cause I keep talking about white privilege And in the slight instance I blow up Everyone gonna be like 'I'd be huge if the rich kid didn't show up' Yeah, so what? the Viper gripped my wrist I wasn't given sh** Welcome to the mind of a kid raised by the internet We're turnt... turnt up Turn down... for what? I am the Holy Ghost, smoking dro 'til I'm comatose Put my foot down in the door to go toe to toe With my inner demons in a room that's frigid freezing Melt the skin off my skull 'cause that's some vivid dreaming Abstractions in my head scribbled blood on papyrus I am the mover of Worlds and the sun of Osiris The whippings on my back and skull have bloodied my eyelids Aligning my seven chakras while studying science Was never tentative when I took the mic The apple fell from the Tree like an angel so I took a bite Looking like a goat with tits smoking spliffs A fire burns on the top of my head... let me focus in, uh Turn down for what? Turn down for what? I'm the in-crowd homie pour it out in my cup Herbs, grounds, and nugs burning down... what's up Hit shots like 'bllatt bllatt' back to the back of my tongue I ride on my chariot chasing after the sun, homie Looking like a fly-a** ba*tard I have mastered different dialogues within myself In my core... it's as if I'm in a war, ok I am the Messiah in the flesh with a fire in my chest, Imma burn it down with pa**ion I'm asking for a change just a few changes But until then I'll be faded and Imma sing it to you like this... We're turnt... turnt up Turn down... for what? I am the... 'messiah'