[Verse 1:Antonym]
The homeless guy on my street sees me rap on my way home
Those raps done scared you away I suggest you stay gone
Stirrin' up problems with me keep the hate on
Cus' the sickness in the verse makes me get my f**ing plague on
Stay strong you about to die slow
White k**er people want, nose of a rhino
Make em blush than turn albino
I told em all I'd gettem one at a time did one and where'd the line go?
I don't know, probably gone with the hope
And where's the unity? Probably gone with the pope
The people cope meanwhile move soap
Cus' tears dont clean your skin in the shower nope
Thats how it goes. Thats how it goes
Current Affairs but nothing bout'em flows
Derrick Rose, Will derrick rise?
Not if the heat is something he can compromise
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Got my middle finger up with a cup causing ruckus
Hands on my nuts while I'm willin' out in public
Welcome to Dystopia
Yeah yeah welcome to Dystopia
Got my middle finger up with a cup causing ruckus
Hands on my nuts while I'm willin' out in public
Welcome to Dystopia
Mother f**er welcome to Dystopia
[Verse 2: Antonym]
When the pharmaceuticals make your pupils really small
The only source of motivation other wise he hits the wall
Writers brick wall block on the block
And only puts his words out to get word out his raps shock
My raps shock you need shocks on your brain
Suspend your suspension you wear suspenders
Wait you don't live off your pension, old and slimy hipsters i feel the tension
Between me and you, feeling you, psych i be lying
Yeah I'm gravity defying, medium I'm barely trying
Efforts on rappers crying, never stop my tongue from frying
Other brains than my own one, A rapper mink i own one
Its actually a mink made of rapper scalps oh he's a cold one
A bold one, but how can I call myself flattering adjectives like that?
It's subjective fact, Ignore my point of view it tends to crack when I
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