The Code

Speaking in code, conspiring with criminals

In a mode that's entirely subliminal

It's like in bilingual when I'm in control

Everything except the kitchen sink at my disposal

Fire in the hole, wider load coming then your frontal lobe

Can probably hold, where's it going to go

Likely fly over your head like a subtle joke

These motherfuckers think I must've misspoken, nope

Intentional with the pen, building suspense with these

Pent up thoughts that I let out and vent

Message is sent, hit the inbox of the recipient

I got the read receipt but did they really get what I meant