Baba Brinkman - Induction lyrics

These riddles I write
In the middle of the night
Got me livin' alive
With a little bit of spice
I'm not a literal type so I consider it wise
To deliver the hype in a critical light
And minimalize the subliminal – psyche!
If I'm winnin' the fight
And beginnin' to thrive
It's 'cause I'm not liftin' the mic
And grippin' it tight to be given a prize
Or fixin' my sight on a visible height
To legitimatize my difficult plight
'Cause if I did then I might
Just limit the size of my physical flight
And get cynical, right?
Let the pinnacle rise
'Til the minute is ripe i'll give it a nice
Welcome when it arrives
At the end of my life
When my differences, like reciprocal sides
At the edge of the knife together unite