John Wesley (Rap) - Coming For You lyrics

Don't be alarmed, we are coming for you We've returned, we're coming to get you You can say you don't want it but we know every one of you do The others are dead and we are coming for you Stay away from cliché I may want to explore other options If I pop lock and drop it will Huey probly come back from dead in a coffin Once upon a time I was in high school, rap was my dream, writing was my idle Now I pilot every thought I put into a rhythm and I whisper in your ear and I bite you That's what you said to me “bite me” you'll never be with anybody who is just like me You didn't mention religious indifferences would distance the dim dimensions of my lighting You differentiate destiny, you can't take d**h from me, especially if it was meant for me I met a little intelligent form of me and sent him back to the fabricated section of my memory If I said that I meant it I probly didn't I likely just never wanted to talk about it again I can't just get over it, what would I write about without emotion dictating a mouth and a pen To get sick of these syllables is more than a little improbable and honestly never going to be happening No matter how close I get to unraveling rattling off or babbling invalid an*logies Battling personal issues that I've created only makes it a more versatile weapon I'm detonating You think I'd realize something ironic maybe, like reread what I just wrote down and the sentence hates me Not in all actuality but whatever I'm saying is completely pertaining to a point that I'm making Mad at inaccurate bigots not understanding verses, versus those interpreting the noise as a persuasion Don't be alarmed, we are coming for you We've returned, we're coming to get you You can say you don't want it but we know every one of you do The others are dead and we are coming for you Heroine cloud, fourth album in, it's ridiculous; I can't believe it got to this When I talk to God, how will I explain how impoverished money was pocketed? The world is starving horribly, dying, forever targeted And those of us who are called more fortunate all account for a lot if The bank accounts are all robberies, dead presidents are the hostages We'd probly pop a couple shots in the directions of hip hop shops or the colleges If it meant we'd pocket a number, a product of our popular environment Reveal it for the facade that it is the righteous can be riotous A ritual is what we are living for, giving life away for a residual Told yourself you deserve what you earn, so full of yourself, what did you pull What bullsh** did you buy today, what expenses have you close to d**h? Caring a/bout your/ issues/ would cause /stress, and/ I haven't/ broke a /sweat Likely, reality will break your legs or take your oxygen away with a razor blade If the only way that you behave is to march through life full of pride like a gay parade Ha, I've got to do more with rap than I ever thought I would ever get the chance to do I can't tell anything but a lie and irony is that that's the truth This is the way I am, this is the way I've been And I refuse to change for bad or ever fabricate to fans From this day on, things won't be the same I aim to please and I'm pleased to aim, bang Don't be alarmed, we are coming for you We've returned, we're coming to get you You can say you don't want it but we know every one of you do The others are dead and we are coming for you