Havoc - The Finish Line lyrics

[Yell Ell Verse] Yeah.... I see a Finish line I'm racing to it like precious racing to The table at dinner time, until you fix your grind I'll Be the one to take the shine, scratch that, I'm the One regardless f** a 2nd place I go the hardest I know you hate it, Im the rookie replacement you mad That I made it, my fragile placement of awkward phrases left You in the weird phase of the matrix, breaking your spine to backbend Over a fine line of my rhymes you'll find I'm one Of the greatest, my brain's a full house with empty stages The flows mean I dumped in the booth so you can smell my Feces fragrance, I know you love it, can't judge it, lil n***a used to get bashed in public ma**es of laughs with my dome As the subject, now who on top laughing at past discussions Them n***as tried to play me smashed my bu*tons now I'm a Broken controller playing call of duty, you got my back bu*tons smashed in so I keep droppin' bombs n shooting Shots aimed at schematic f*ggots for blasphemy I'm sick of all of these demons that keep hara**ing me I gotta make it if I don't I'll be a tragedy doomed To live in a small state where d**hs a daily casualty But that's my HOME STATE.. I gave you n***as what you Wanted on a gold plate, you UNGRATEFUL ba*tardS I'll TAKE THIS PLATTER, n throw it BACK In yall fu*kIN face, ain't no respect for no n***a who don't show it back, love lost in my streets I tried to bring it back, and this the real I turned my ta**le to realize this lifes a ha**le and I'd Rather break the chain so you can label me a master for a A ma** tour, ballin till I'm the new sh** my Sweet sixteen turned to a dirty 32, lyrics Is for the big dogs this ain't concerning you Fishing to leave your day job you just a tommy from Martin, every Time we get to talking jobs, you get the walkin' You get uncomfortable like talking to a virgin bout Purging in her vagina you fear me when I'm behind ya be glad I came to rape the game of innocence, you lil girls Rappin are you serious suppose to be scarin' us al- Qaeda couldn't put fear in us I hope that you hearin' us When I said we the new regime, I wasn't playing, my Words should show I'm here to stay, Delaware is my domain you f**ed up leaving open the booth, speaking the lyrical truth Spittin so hard I busted a cap in my roof, I'm one Flew over the coo coo its like voodoo how you flock to me lyrics Potent laced wit dope n coke I mixed it like pottery Now tell me who's as hot as me inferno's in my arteries I'm Like the burning bush in the Bible organic royalty Poetry in motion, I made the perfect mixture Artistic visualization with words that paint the picture (wiff) Imma bad boy, you just a hot boy a Juvenile delinquent with a birdman as your wingman tryna Cope the hood look, f**in crook open ya book n tell us Do you love the swagg or are you overzealous, pics in the mix Wit the fellas, LCL be the letters don't forget, my Middle cla** is dope as sh**, no tracks you couldn't quote to friends just Sit and try to focus in, flow is so ferocious Its only right I boast this swollen vision of dopeness To every other artist that's dissing me, you kidding me I'll Rap circles around you like I'm lacing up a Christmas tree 302 the home state I'm lining up my pitch to strike you Out on your homeplate, you thinking you so great Yo girl did the homies, you just a butler for her Vaginal I'm speaking so irrational while you keep speaking Practical I'll keep my lyrics factual, giving my state some reach While I preach n while ya'll vibing I'll be reaching for Orions Belt, high as Michael Jackson felt when he odeed on Propofol, know I follow protocol, who's the best I'll Prove em wrong, when yell ell's in the building know the Heat is on, (laughs) King me