PART 1: Trench Warfare
[Verse 1: Myr]
July 25th, of '96, did I descend from Heaven or rise from the River Styx..
My name was printed, why? For them to erase it?
In a half a century and describe my life as basic?
I thought we were born with purpose? what, did I misplace it?
Its a cold world was forced to swallow the truth before I could taste it
With a bundle of frustration, tending to creations, dealing wit temptation
Tryna get piece of the world like the United Nations
Know I got potential I'm gifted its in the statement
But my vices still in play I feel my dream I can barely graze it
And when it comes to obstacles stopping you from saying you made it
It hurts to know in reality you're your biggest evasion..
Mental focus deteriorating like abrasions
All I do is write so if you leavin' me then give me the page then..
Life's a game of chess..I want every move to be the best move
And to be better than the rest..and my pedestal to be edible
In other words I'm tryna be eatin, not beatin', like a pinata
But there's always some defeatin' when ya leader's missing...Nirvana
I feel adding too many people could be a part of my problems
So that's y I x 'em out..that's how I've learned to solve 'em..
[Verse 2: Myr]
Inspiration from Mr. Wasalu
I salute that man with both hands contributed greatly to my pursuit
To not feeling quarantined and grip my dreams
Tightly cause there's times where that grip's looser than a prostitute
Temp rising because of mental clashes
No near d**h experience but a n***a swear he having some heat flashes
Ironically my sense of comfortability disintegrated
The same time my great grandma was burned to ashes..
Riddle me this if we have an inevitable fate
Why am I puttin' my goals and dreams at stake?
For my ways to get in the way of an appropriate mind state
And then struggle to get it together as you tell me its too late?..
PART 2: Chemical Warfare
[Verse 1: Myr]
Being at war with my conscience doesn't give yall chances to hit it
This Iron? Been waiting to pull it got lyrical bullets and don't you forget it
Infusing these n***as wit Lead who think they ahead of my lyrics at all
Have 'em gasping for Oxygen, got got wit Ten/Tin, n***a grow some balls!
What? You can talk ya mess but can't handle these bars?
Looks like you in dire need of some Calcium, if you tryna get this weight off you dog..
So you mad? Don't go conjuring up ya Sodium
I done told you I'm beast with the words, poker in texas just been holding 'em
See them groupies you got that's in need of some Hydrogen, pumped you up
So when I let go of the weapons get popped wit the Chromium...you not so tough
See all I had in my wallet was Copper and Nickel
So I'm tryna go Gold on these tapes start rocking the Silver and be extra official
And maybe I could have a Platinum album one day
But they tryna block my shine like Aluminum foil, ok
Got some Fluorine for ya trash talk and some Chlorine so you stay clean
To see that I put up a fight to get it right and have my name in Neon lights..