deaths so close I could pull it ,
like a rabbit out a hat or a gat out my shoe,
shanks comin out our wastebands in these wastelands,
quickdraws back as a practice in school.
one second closer to death. hold my eyes closed with a breath,
and go mouth to mouth with every sickest disease
spend a second with my demons n bleed from cuts that exist in your dreams
just drink til the screams go silent, into mist that recedes
rhyme schemes a gift, droppin freely in sequence
my station too frequented to fuck with..
i only pop so many pills so that my frequencies adjusted
you might see me.. but can't touch it
style spitten freely you can't fuck with
you might get kicked out the park, but that's not on my bucket list
everyone can join my party til my freedom's deemed "fucken with"
it aint asked in the form of questions
i suggest that you trust it
my minds a morbid station that your playlist cant fuck with
both eyes stay lids; dirty like vagrants takin cid on the pavement
drinkin thirty twos of perfect brew
it aint a secret .. I've chosen certain doom
content to drown myself in sorrow alone inside a room? true
out in a field or half naked passed out on a bench.. you said i fucked who?
straight pound liqour til what I write starts making sense
don't need no defense,
my minds contents could contain a vast mountain
form like water in your vestle.. streams given birth like a fountain
eaten so many just desserts .. it's like i cant count 'em
time after time im kicked to the curb n about it,
the only reason i ever come up is to get put down
sniffin K till i throw up n turn the world to a blurry crease my forked tongue plows.
it's like I keep my head up just to be the one curved
but there's a fine line between sidelines and just desserts
ima puff trees till i'm released from these bonds,
n drink til i'm pissin out creeks - stream these leaks all over your song
time after time i'm provin em wrong, keep movin along
I wish a dude who didn't like me would write it in song
I need a diss track! fuck that bitch pat, right?
act write like you in handcuffs n got smacked wit a mag light
hang in the cut so deep i stay up like stalagtite's
i try to meet em in the middle
try to see me? go a little harder dude.
i wrote the starter kit that started shit that started you
fools tryna make it rain, but if i could just explain.. it's hard to do
i mobbed deep thru perfect storm just to sharpen this game
i saw you walkin n thought id never need gas again
carry you out this hellish streets.. used to stares as i'm passin em
if there's only a few good people left i hope we're the last of em
too many stay cold in the middle of summer
i'm fitna warm the spot up with thought as real as it gets
drop truth so heavy.. when it's moved - after it's hit..
it's like the groove you left putting feet to cement
just a thought inside my mind,
i guess ill let you pass me by,
make an infamous imprint like an indigenous species
one day ill go extinct - til then, i'm bombin discreetly
droppin psalms like i'm preachin bout stars we'll be reachin
pass the bar when i'm speakin forget i popped one and double in secret
i'm troubled for reasons.
to many people only thug when they speak
didn't start it on purpose
i just been pluggin for weeks.
these struggling peeps comin so deep these bitches pissin 'emselves
natural streams turn to puddles and creeks.
i'll only warn you once, when i say ill go cold i aint frontin
bein obnoxious might land you on the block when you say suttin
watch your mouth when ya speak
don't fuck with killers and creeps
we stay awake when you sleep
knowledge might cut like a knife out the sickness,
in deed
ill cure your innermost weakness by enacted plots I've mystically seen
get it drawn out n surrounded by mist in a sleeve
i swear to God I aint crazy.. I'm just …
persistently me.
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