Brad Strut - Last Omen lyrics

[Some God damn time... a man's due to stop arguing with himself. Feeling he's twice the God damn fool he knows he is. Because he can't be something he tries to be every god damn day without once getting to dinner time and not f**ing it up. I don't want to fight it no more. Can you let me go to hell the way I want to?] [Verse 1] The world is venom filled I'm caught in the pen and grill Deal with the devil still Retirement never will Till silence dead and dusted Spread amongst it I'm spreading tough spits Brad's brain is now erupted Up in the function named in the social stop sh** Culture fill of vultures Fed up with all the corruption My tongue twists like a lez p**n scene A fiend among hips and lips that are equipped to please I'm hip to sleaze I rip with these And fit the steeze I'm sick with these My whole motive is split the skis Supposedly we the talk of the town I walk around while you posers be yapping your mouths I'm stacking the pounds And writing like I'm already gone Remember these songs the lyrics and the beats they be on I'm speaking in code My sneakers give me grip on this road I'm freaking the flows You don't even come close so leave it alone Caught in a haze of C-grade celebrities These days my energy's being laid defensively I'm setting snake traps and rap bays for fake cats And can't get their facts straight So you f**ers will take that Like a boy band your toys are bland copies And your still in the mix like poison clan at Robbie's I'm about to change the future Aim and shoot ya Tame and moot ya Stake a claim to remain who's the Main name in the game it's LC and Two hells freeze and break away from your well-being And good fortunes are hood's four shoes and denim I contort you to lord of courts and a Satan's heaven [Hook x2] Take a deep breath in enjoy the last moment We live in a world infected Even jar froze then Been neglected I reckon It leaves you heartbroken We'll bring the beast in a second This is my last omen [Verse 2] So many characters villainous Angelic and amateurs Professional packages, pacifists and savages Interference like a third wheel labyrinth I'm here to steer toward a new world, activist Get the coke broken I roam moping in a zoned out state So put the phone down Stowed to a low sound [break] and the poem now leak onto papyrus Rap is full of with modern day pirates And blind pilots, flying without a license And shysters that walk around thinking they be the nicest I'm f**ing over it Dead body odorous And a troubled hand on a shovel hoping nobody notices [Hook x2]