[Urban Dialect]

i keep it tight like corn rolls, where if you make any facial expression, expect your face to feel like it's being ripped away from your skeleton, like lines tied to your brain and me behind the scenes pulling the strings, stretching your mind around different concepts and rhyme schemes, warping your prospective on what's reality and fiction, like you thinking you have skills; only for you to be suffering from dementia, or maybe you're just concussed from being hit hard by bars chained together like nun chucks,