"You down for a sick flow?"
[Verse: L]
E-E-D 'W' in the front, T-H-C put the W-eed in the blunt
-T-H-E (thee) emcee speaking' peace off the front'
Of my soul's reflection; heart's cold reflection
Dissecting' the whole veins with no pain, a soul gains connection
Demonstrating my poetic profession, prophetic detention
Detaining my brain in a cage sprayin' me with pure inspection
Even the afterlife is impressed with how I collect depression
And switch it up, evolving into my mental protection
Using mixed swishers, helps me not to spit bitter
I'm not a rider i'm a Messiah spitting these sick scriptures
Im not a gangsta; dont hit n***a's or count rich figures
I just aim and hit bigger, success is this big trigger-
I click it if im on the wrong treble, I just add some ba** in my life
Erase the hate in my life; "Be gone Devil!" My level is different
My level of sinning is equal to Sheen's level of "WINNING!"
My life is like the Bible, I'm the hip-hop disciple
I hit-off my rivals, I click-off the dial; I spit off arrival
Cause im innocent with intimate innocence, in-a-sec
I use to run like a boss, hustle and toss
But every gangster God gets hung on the cross
Speaking of the page's; my lyrics enter' in em'
Like a demon speaking an exorcism, there's no exit in em'
Just' a tight guy snorting white lines, nice lines'
That are so loaded, it's like a potion that fights crime
I'm not a 'cool' loser, I rule smoother
Chillin' with Casey playing around with his new looper
I'm a tool-bruiser, Marijuana fool-abuser
I got this dope worldplay so no, i'm not a school refuser
When I see the mic I grab it', practice - addict
When you battle me Im hitler, so go hide in your addic'
I don't have swag I have cla**, I f** with teachers
You think you'll beat me in this game? While you stuck-to-bleachers
Im not afraid of d**h, I'll even f** up the Reaper
With more cuts and blood then those b**hes who Cut For Bieber
My lyrics appear out of thin air, point to your goal and begin there
Try to sin rare - meditate within prayers
Im like a doctor cause I'll drive by; slide by
Your blind-side, open your prime-mind and see your life glide by
And pursue without judgement, I'm new to a movement called loving;
I can't be pushing and shoving with this kush that im puffin
I can't be filled with envy or else I'm my very enemy
I'll have to fight my own instincts to develop empathy
Release my very energy; empty evil entities - outside
Till' im alive and I can reform my identity
Poetry within my heart, music's my art
My only family that will never be apart - from me
It projects harm-ony, so I dont need to pro-tect myself from harm-you-see
So destroy the armory; cause if you have a problem, you can keep on mobbin'
Cause your rhyme schemes by my means is used more than one of Cydnies condoms'
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