Its been certain that your actions are always definin you
I remain one step ahead walkin back wards to keep my eye on you
I don't co*k nines with my word play I'm k**in ya
Base my life offa some words that sound similar
Dear haters kindly f** off whatever your words fake
Spit the cleverest wordplay to sever your vertebrae
Were off to see the wizard and to chisel his innards
Give em a rip in his gizzard finish the b**h with some different scissors
And this is all metaphorically
Even if you penetrate my armor ill rebu*tle back with your sword in me
Alotta wack rappers gettin big and yes its sad to see
But I'm just tryna make a livin spittin dope don't get mad at me
Step to the kid if you f*ggots have the audacity
I get on every track like a f**in trains after me
I'm pissed off rap is the cause
And the only time that you will see me clapped is applause
Us real emcees? Got the proper mix
Of delivery lyrics swagger flow and desire to not forget
That the reason this game exists its not the bottle piff
My words are religion I dare you to be my apostles b**h
If you feelin what I spit then g amen
Catch me writin on a school night 3 am
Not after cash sh** I ain't even think the fame is good
Does every dope rapper have to be from a dangerous neighborhood
Im just a sick emcee and I ain't tryna be gangsta
But it seems if you don't got blings and sh** they wana be hangin ya
Well f** that and all your commercial bullsh**
f** your money cash and cars and the fact that your full of it
Ill f** you up its war my source of course a contortion twist
Drop you hardcore to the floor with the force of a horses kick
Leave you coughin in awe so sick I'm on some naseous sh**
There's a small list of dope rappers many crossin off of it
Despite the common misconception rap is not a game
Ill stab gucci in the back and piss out waka flockas flame
I depend on rappin verses just like crops on rain
I just wana live off the sh** and not be locked in fame
I've been bottlin up thoughts since I was young I knew nothing
I just wondered why those rappers would say they sick when they bluffing
The world is full of a**holes and scene kids
And fake f**s who about as real as a dream is
Ill leave you mother f**ers crawlin I'm mad
Don't try to justify your arrogance by callin it swag
I've lit the flame I got until the candle whick dies
I'm just spittin the creed from which I live by/