Kazem - Words lyrics

[Verse 1: Kazem] Most of my weaponry's verbal only Disturb the homies And you can see it Spur the old me And you'd be bleeding But now I'm peaceful I grew out it young, not quick cuz see I was scrapping in pre-school Around 2nd I'da stabbed you in knee too And 5th was my 6th time against at least 2 People At once Knew a few friends that had guns Even some that didn't like me brought they gat up to cla** once Now back where I was half of em dead and the other half of em strapped up Dapped up Convicted k**ers, witnessed things you wouldn't know the half of And about the same amount of people hate me now as dead people who showed me mad love 2 huge numbers that add up To why my brains twisted and this is what makes me rap a Circle around any challenger I'll establish a Gap in talent between me And whoever you think could beat me I'll threepeat Three times in three weeks You a level below me And there ain't never explosions with just some C3 You couldn't see me Unless your looking up and that's to say your beneath me But don't take it wrong I'm reaching down to help you up Look around those that with you now will only help you s** If only I could help enough And get myself some competition Wishing my bars were hot enough to melt some metal and smelt myself a pot to piss in I'll probably leave your roster missing If you thought to diss him Telling your crew to run while they can't resist to stop and listen Me jottings like a folly of monsters hissing At my opposition A warning that I'll end a career and care less than if they told me that my dog was missing I remember when they told me that my dog was missing Didn't shed a tear but so much anger and fear that my arm was twitching And I know it's obvious I ought to miss him Didn't understand I was so young when it happened That I was mad at him For leaving Look back and its as if I can't believe it I didn't think Ill never see him I thought what about the allegiance I thought what about me I need reasons Now I'm alone on a team that I'm stuck on for three seasons Never prayed for his family I barely said please Jesus But when I did it was to say let me see him Attention span is short but I know that I need preaching So while the pastors talking you look and see me reading Book after book of the bible Took in the vitals Cuz half of my actions are just me looking for survival Also looking for a guide to Tell me what should I do Cuz the path I'm looking down doesn't include any of my idols I'm torn because being adored by fans and friends Means ignoring half of the lessons from my family man But if I'm not meant to do something with it why would God make me an artist once you hand me a pen?