Light caught the image frame on the iris Molecules risen like Romans aurora Took your ego advantage was minimizing fluorophore signal First five hours were exquisite rest 24 ended the beginning The real book of sinning medieval man*script The Codex Taking to the years of grimy scenes the thirty greed Devastation of the German population another example of why Jesus rules the nations Start of the orientation ready pissed off half these so called experts Calming my words don't rhyme Pictures' gritty No expected effort What I do with my beef I get it skinned Finest leather Looked for the map that contain the key to her sunken treasure The splendor crowbar to her knees opened the dark cellar Acted like a blacksmith smelted the hearts bathed in velvet Body cold forgot the way of Luminescence Shutting my eyes way deep for the evanescence Me in my future? An undergraduate Living better than my forgotten companions No mansion but still getting medallions Riding stallions with the same crew Same old ragged shoes T-shirt found at a garage sale Pants always bought used Sagged cause no belt Hair shagged cause f** brushing well And everybody who claimed they understood me (well)
Disgust in the image Eyes rolling with no craft kit to edit No lens to keep privilege Come to symbolize something old as the Sun, Moon Crescent Textbooks became redundant Pencils became weapons And the trees became my heaven Pyromaniac everything blended in splendid No father figure responsibilities ended bended All those other f**as were relented Searched for a better hope that's when chunk became attended Presented the same ideas plus he liked the way my style was (and my rapping) Floe was the Supa Hoe getting girls like Black Bart did gold Typing over getting hunches like burns only difference he's known And I'm still over working like how to get these shows (please) And mother f**as still look at us like we need time to adjust No different film so start canning it An MC not a candidate f** your elections am badder than half these other rappers that opposing him Primates with pencils ashamed that you even have apposing thumbs Glad to make enemies in the game as for my slums Slum in the chamber bullet corked in ready to bounce once I bring danger So bring in the contestant that dares mess with this lone ranger And ill slash, gut ‘em with just sheets of paper