Culazeeeeen-
They call me something of a ba*tard where I'm from
Nothing but ill intentions lately
Mindful of sinner folk
Let the pistol go fought with fisty cuffs in the winter snow
All around the globe I see people grow
I witness all kinds of types
Of metamorphosis watch it slow
I see nature take control and let it move me like the ocean
Cycle through my latter life's
See me with clairvoyance
Future past and present are all relevant to ya boy
And I have no choice but to
Ride for my kin folk
All accidental
Put down the pencil
Or cross out these Angels
Mistake me for able but Cain you be grateful
For chaos and discord
My day to day wave hoe
Malicious intent but my halo tinted gold
All solid gold
All solid gold
Never a martyr but I will k** for the right cause
I'm not a fighter but I'll throw jabs with the right bars
That's steel fisted you pigeon toed with some tap shoes on
I'm ill witted a murderous crow attached with bombs
Kamikaze a local school and laugh at the cracked alarms
Aura is enormous like I'm Gon but just a blacker form
Spirits in the halls devour them all like some stacked croissants
Wake up from a dream and do it still just to attract some haunts
Stand against reform but change is all I'm ever asking for
Walking door to door and I'm asking people if they want more
Take it in my own hands I'm vigilante let's slow dance
Cause cat scans and trips to rosecrance
I'm sharp as petals that's rose red
I'm tough as metal that's cold led
I'm rough as ever with no bread
But call the devil to loan it n***a
-uh
I don't understand what the issue is with living
I never ask for anything but something's always missing
My life askew as I only get iller with the writtens
And the frustration of writing has me fading out pigments
I'm someone superstitious
The Demi jinn inside me gives me an unresolved Thesis
If I train every day to achieve my omnikenisis
Will my aesthetic evolve and show my evident genius?
I'm the Horoscope k**er with the aim of a bull
Horned crusader throwing crosses through apparitions and ghouls
If a fool wants to compete then I'll do his life in for good
Know I'm not the kind to be bothered I do not play by the rules
Nice life. Run it
Shuffling through the streets with subtle sweepers and I'm gunnin'
Nice life. Run it
Shuffling through the streets with subtle sweepers and I'm gunnin'
Oh no the boy done grown sh** he's the man now
Yeah He done grown yeah he the man
Oh no
God has decreed mortalities banned now
Mortalities banned
Oh no- stole a drake flow
Tell him woe is me I'll subtract him of his woes
On my worst behavior but my luck is on a roll
So I keep a pace forward as I trek with the flows
Tell him god damn
Why he so bold
Such a young n***a
Why his mind so old
Such a flame spitter how his bars so cold
Ask a god if he does anything that he's told (NOO)
(And just like that, we gone)
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