Verse One:
Came a long way in a short time/
Look at me the wrong way, Ill contort your spine/
Let the song play, hear me scorch a rhyme/
With the pen stay sharper than a porcupine/
Borderline psycho with a tortured mind/
Bullsh** me? can't afford the time/
During war times, Ill support myself/
Grenades, guns, swords, knives/
Im a pacifist, 3/4ths of the time/
Threaten my life, its yours or mine/
Lost my Dad since they divorced at nine/
He ain't die, just left me feeling mortified/
Lost and alone, cause he barely ever phone/
My home didn't even feel like home anymore/
When we did speak, he compared it to court/
Mama worked hard, could barely afford/
Braces and school without him there to support/
But even through that I got love for him/
You're my Dad. Through the bad and good/
Hard to admit, but in my heart I know I should/
That negative energy's just holding me back/
Till I let it all go in a track, better that then smoking a pack/
Laid back blowing medical sacks till they're cashed/
Used to black out in a blind rage, till I started putting rhymes on a page/
Amazed at the way my mind races/
Just tryna find a way to say this, erase this, replace it with that/
Perfectionist every time I lace a track/
Once I put it out can't take it back, can't fix it once that vase is cracked/
Hook:
Ive been broken into
Pieces I need glue... but there ain't no redo/
Let this heed you: Ill do what I need to/
What I need to... cause there ain't no redo/
Cause there ain't no redo (Best believe Imma do what I need to)
Cause there ain't no redo (One chance, one dream)
No Redo (One shot, I won't blow mine)
Cause there ain't no redo (Not a mountain I won't climb)
Verse Two:
Doing sh** I haven't done before/
Got this insatiable hunger for more/
Magical music, Im Dumbledore/
Ill leave your body strung up at the door/
Coming like Anakin, meaning with force/
f** your beliefs, cause on me they were forced/
But I thank you for it cause it leaded me to form/
My own, doing me, what I need you for?/
But it's cold with nobody to keep you warm/
So, all alone I keep rolling/
Normally, not so ornery/
I was born to be overlord of the microphones/
Mixing boards beats, listen to my horn beep/
No more poor me, stand on your feet/
Ignore the poor people not seeing your dream/
Scorch some weed up, whatever suits your needs/
When it comes down to it, this all within you anyway/
Without you living, who could view whats hidden?/
Really can't explain this muse Im getting but its amusing isn't it/
If you was listening, you would see clear the fuse is lit in him/
Fusing synonyms, lighting metaphors, blowing up you idioms/
Is anybody getting him?/
Prolly not, "why work so hard when you could prolly jot?"
Cause to me, each speech means something/
Plus they keep growing, guess I got green thumbs/
So stopping now just ain't plausible/
Not when I feel this colossal knowing its only going to get better/
Call me Rotey, the flow shredder/
Hook (2x)