Maestro Pianoman - Road To Perdition 3style lyrics

The road to hell is filled with good intentions I don't get good fame or publicity but seriously I should be getting good attention Not that I'm seeking it; the triggers I'm squeezin em if you're sending me crooked mentions Tailr Mde, bump Film Noir on a noir day Only make pennies cause I chose to walk the Hardaway If your don hath a way my day will come I got bare bars but in these 3styles I'm only spraying some Is it me you're hating on If I've offended you before then things happen I apologise But seriously, you're better off with another guy. Too many g's behind me and I am not tryna get sodomised Too much knowledge for the ordinary I would rather die on my feet but they're shook so I'm walking steady It's a few dozen rappers that you really like that's really lying. And you believe them when they're talking heavy You're buggin Face the problem like I'm staring at myself I'm at war with my mind, I'm beefing with the devil, the Lord won't tell him move so I'ma scare the man myself If he can't die I'ma break his neck myself That;s the road to perdition Money can't buy me by the billions I'm too expensive the government can all just kiss this Gluteus flow studious in the studio No max, my bars the rubies though In regards to all the trash: to them I'm the Caesar like Julio A black Roman with no data just enough power to network with the best girls and the best boys and in between just to increase my net worth And the UK has a problem fam it's so wack Cause now everyone's tryna sound like either J Hus or Mo Stack I'm so mad. No fam their raps are throwbacks Ayo you can just take your flows back And shove it where the sun don't shine My flow's crack, Free Max B Big up Odot for doing freestyle competitions and allowing yutes to read off of their phones. Talking Stacks C I ain't ever seen him, but I promise you he ain't the guy that stacks see I'm tryna finish careers and make my own grow When Soulture drops I know I'll hop, on a private jet to islands where I don't know a person But I still rock All that not cause of me but only cause of Hip-Hop 5% supreme art, I don't rap lyrics man I speak bars and via the pen is how I'ma free gods By the time you hear this you'll know that world lies And therefore my job is to open your third eye Ain't a demon I'm a poetic prophet sent from the Most High to gain profit for my loved ones The Illmatic Asiatic Arm Leg Leg Arm Head black man now you know that I'm somewhat godly