Oktozen- A Light in the Attic (Zen & Split 8)

[Da BattleMasta Patrick]

I'm never there when she wants. You could compare me to songs that never play at the bar. Put in your two cents a dozen times and stay one penny off. I'm stuck inside of your head but sort of dissolve to a tempo. Call it a silent crescendo. The words don't seem all so right. Perpetually flawed. So you nod your head, gentle, or something along those lines.

I aint even really seeing how this rhymes guys, and I don't much understand what it is you mean, but I read it aloud and then recorded myself reading it and it sounded kinda dope, zit like poetry?