E.O. - The 3rd Coming (Spoken Word) lyrics

These days I'm so focused So noted So noticeably noticed So under quoted Cus y'all won't pay attention to lyrics until I'm blown No h*mo My promoter said all my opponents dead Called the coroner to confirm he concluded correct Called my promoter back and then my phone rang. Cus I'm my own promoter, fight this war on my own I'm a lonely soldier Caught the coroner on the corner with quarters of coke quartin a quart of freshly cooked crack from the stove Cookin a crip blood concoction so when you look out your window you'll see blue and red co*kin clips like it's red food coloring pool water dicks and office supplies mixed Basically word play ain't sh** in this day and age And close to most of these fakes dormant cus they stay and age But I verb lay, been sh**tin so many days I'm beginning to age You b**hes actin like Nicholas, so you'll fit in this cage And as I sh**, it's exit only you can't fit in this gays But y'all can watch me like the b**h in the gym, that's a fitness gaze I say what's up to my best friends hi jase, f** you fat f** Dave You'll never be as good as your brother sh** y'all don't know what I'm sayin But more importantly it's time take some Action Power moves. Move me over you like fractions Factually I'm the farthest from dumbin down, but double up on taxes as I frolic in these thoughts of mansion And from where I'm standing and how I see it Your odds are barley 1/5 of mine, not even 1/12, 1/100, or 1/6 of mine Look how I reference back to fractions and made it rhyme You follow me? Even if it's 5 lines behind it's fine Cus you behind too I'm 2 football fields in front of you Which means you behind 2 I see that your with that f*g -------, you like it in the behind too? Or do you just like to be behind to place in the behind too? But f** you and your indecisiveness, you bis**ual Say bye to one kind and make a one kind rule Whether it's gay or straight I don't mind, same love but that's the Macklemore in me You see my hair, true, but him and I alike? No Indifferently I'm different. But what's the difference? I'm indigent compared to him but in my mind just more talented More versatile More verse little Talk of guns, d**, and more lyrics to gizzle That's go, if I'm talkin like snoop dizzle Cus I'm a lion now, but as a dog I found my hizzle And that's house b**h So shut up ya mouth b**h Zip tie ya lips quiet as mouse b**h Don't whisper, dont try to hide out b**h Cus the time is now it's my time now b**h I'm Cameron mother f**in Orlando, y'all ain't sh** Y'all eat sh** I don't die, I just dine 5 stars on my mixtapes, and 5 mother f**in star restaurants 5 songs down I got 5 more to go That's 10 b**h that's two 5's You having problems? I'm too fine So fine I got mother f**ers yellin hey miss Parker As I whip past in a pathfinder lookin for a low spot to park her, so I can sit back and spark her and spark the mind that sparked mine and spark the mind to change the world and rock the land mines Blowing up and I detonate Elevate over hella states Concentrate on my conscious while dominating you consciously Namustae, just gimme some honest pay, I aslamu lay with these b**hes, they kum and pray And say. Walakum salam my friend, why the salami so long I got no answer I just smack her say so long Days so long I pray to shine brighter than day glow Shine brighter and flow colder than the sun in the winter solstice Cus for you uneducated mother f**ers, that's when it's the closest And if you undereducated let me punctuate it please You're like a semi colon, And I'm so educated I'm givin colonoscopies Like improper grammar leave me delirious Mark my words, i exclaim, i leave em bloody, no question, period See I cut you before I k** you b**h lyrically I amputate Leave you defeated feature me feel the fire n feel my pain Feel the fight of a fueled fighter fightin hard to emancipate And free my mind. My songs proclamations for more the southern states --- BAR Who you claimin you goin hard? My flaccid penis is harder than half the sh** that you guard I pa** your defense and weaken your demons until you gone No telescope needed b**h you can see I'm a f**in star I got the mental stability of someone in an asylum b**h My demons control em like the ring on king Solomon Call up my apostles even fossils my followin I want you run down, I tell my followin follow him Grind teeth when I bite back Take a shot shots fired when I write back Lyrically this sh**s addictive I'm like crack Im white and when gone ya withdrawals f**in you up bad Here's a penny for ya thoughts tho If I could spare a nickel I'd find a dime tho Turn it into 4 quarters dollar make it 5 Revert again, that's 5 songs to go The 3rd coming on 9/11 I guess it's time to blow It's just the journey of finding yourself. It's all doable.. It's just a matter of doing it. Too many people become lost in translation and then end up being lost in translation... I'm sorry I'm being very deep And matter fact Y'all ain't with it, get with it Got a lot of followers I'm lookin for some new leaders We here muh f**a This sh** hasn't stopped You really think imma devote myself and quit? Nobody tryna be low anymore? This ain't a f**in game This is the reason I'm insane This is the reason cobain took what he did to the brain We die for what we love Blessed with gifts from above It would be a sin to neglect my gift Hold on. What has begun is the shift The 3rd coming Lost in translation September 11th 2014 The future starts now