| I guarantee my shit will always get respect
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| I punish you with intellect and interject
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| I’m feeling vexed, I’m very stressed
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| It’s been hectic around me
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| Drowning in a
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| Puddle of sins and sorrows
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| Seek a brighter tomorrow
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| But nothin’s guaranteed for time is borrowed
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| I lead and never follow
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| Feeding you the toughest pill to swallow
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| That’s the truth, now tell me how it tastes
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| When all my tracks are laced
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| I rarely leave a trace
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| I hit you with that boom bap ratt
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| Backpack shit and you lovin' it
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| This the ark of the covenant
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| Come and see the professional
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| Non-susceptible, highly legible, Mr. Incredible
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| I devour the beat like its edible, I’m conceded
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| All these rappers are liars
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| Your lines are fucking facetious
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| Taking this generation and turning them into fiends
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| Can you explain what it means to be 25 with a dream?
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| Searching for inspiration, all I see is a barrel
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| And I’ve been struggling lately
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| By myself, no one gives a damn
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| It’s hard to change the world
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| When all that you have is a pair of hands
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| The situation is destitution dilutes the energy
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| Now it’s just negativity rolling off of my tongue
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| Take a hit of the blunt
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| And proceed to cough up a lung
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| See, I’ve been searching for wisdom
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| Through words and for what it’s worth
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| It’s the pain that’s holding me back
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| And I find it hard to relax
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| When my train of thought is getting taxed and attacked
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| But that’s in the past
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| And I maximize my potential
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| By masterminding this manifest
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| Though I am manifested with my message
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| They don’t believe me
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| I’m supplying the real that is seldom given
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| The subtle revision for revenge
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| That I verify when I vent
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| As the temperature starts to rise
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| And the reason becomes apparent
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| My music blasting and blaring
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| The system about to break
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| With Toonami on my tv
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| And a blank stare on my face
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| Like I’m lost in another world
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| And preparing for impact
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| Lawd |