-HOOK-
losing family gaining enemies when i close my eyes at night i see tragedy/
slugs burning my flesh lost in my sanity...smoking herb to calm my nerves/
sippin on yac pervin hittin curbs in my cadillac..stuck watching my back/
pressing my luck screamin fuck the world i need change spittin deranged on stage bustin off the mouth like a twelve gauge/
Growing up without my pops i had to learn to use discretion filled with affliction and inhibitions so now i'm gifted with intuition/
looking at the world from the outside finding myself stairing down the barrel of my nine..will my good nature ever coincide with my volatile mind/
evil thoughts still linger fuck the world say hello to my middle finger...lost my sanity through tragedys broken branches on my family tree know they in thug mansion sipping on hennessy holding on to there memories avoiding encounters with enemies/
politicians are thieves cops are nieve makes it hard to read the bible and believe no time to reprieve...phase two and our noses are still blue while the media mis-construes the truth i'm spitting heated in the booth/
sometimes i feel like david brame bout to blow some domes...a fifty caliber desert eagle with a loaded clip and its chrome...when you a rap king they always wanting ya throne showing me skorn cause i'm a rapper spittin tight white when he was born/
the pain in my life is becoming mundane equilibrium fucked lotta shit on my brain...tedius monotonous its always the same...got me fully loaded not thinking bout repercussions..sinking bitchs chests in like breast reduction/
aint it funny i got a hmo and cant afford life insurance when i die they'll just throw me in a furnace delivering flows gifted...no one gives a fuck if my lights get turned off or I get evicted/
me against the world like i'm Tupac loading hollow tips into magizines...trying to capture my dream on the music scene vision keen...smell the chronic in the air cant walk in a room without a cold stare a crackshot when i get a hater in my cross-hair/
got a revolver so i wont leave no shells reformed but oh well...spitting twisted releasing my anger crushing enemies and shit talking strangers...refining my lyrical rhyming/
got my mom on my arm so i can always see her smiling...depending on her to be there like the first and fifthteenth...when will the earth be inherited by the meek? situations are bleek/
doing my thing on the mic till six homies carry me in black only ones real most my friends turned there back...since the age of sixteen you could find me at the end of a bottle/
fuck the world i said it i'm like a engine spitting unleaded maxing the throttle...at the point i dont give a fuck if i'm locked up snitched on or shot up we're all bound to eventually get caught up/
put me in a cell and i'll just get swoll fuck a C. O. P. thinking they better then me doing worse low key i've been cursed spitting philosophy/
coming hardcore with these metaphors does any rapper want war with this sicc individual...fuck you up in a battle and a week later you still feeling the residuals my styles origional..sippin on paul masson or E & J/
reality got my sanity wasting away like tooth decay...close to breaking down so i grap my pen and write these verbs adjatives and nouns questioning wither i'm hell bound looking for death around the corner...call the coroner/
hard to keep ya faith in this world full of hate everybodies irate...they say the apocalypse is coming and I cant wait...fighting for respect daily blowing this shit up like a israeli/
just call me a psycho with a vocab smashing on rivals in the lab...grab these sharp tracks and i stab..to ya back ya fucking PAB watch me ab-lib a lyracist of the highest caliber after a battle i'm there alone minus the challenger/
in life i was neglected with strife i pack opinions directed at politicians till things are corrected tight beats are selected pray to god bush aint re-elected...looking for a hole in the earth big enough to stick my dick in...sick in the head quick to spit some shit i wrote with a pen...you can quote my shit from beginning to end/
-HOOK-
losing family gaining enemies when i close my eyes at night i see tragedy/
slugs burning my flesh lost in my sanity...smoking herb to calm my nerves/
sippin on yac pervin hittin curbs in my cadillac..stuck watching my back/
pressing my luck screamin fuck the world i need change spittin deranged on stage bustin off the mouth like a twelve gauge/
losing family gaining enemies when i close my eyes at night i see tragedy/
slugs burning my flesh lost in my sanity...smoking herb to calm my nerves/
sippin on yac pervin hittin curbs in my cadillac..stuck watching my back/
pressing my luck screamin fuck the world i need change spittin deranged on stage bustin off the mouth like a twelve gauge/
Growing up without my pops i had to learn to use discretion filled with affliction and inhibitions so now i'm gifted with intuition/
looking at the world from the outside finding myself stairing down the barrel of my nine..will my good nature ever coincide with my volatile mind/
evil thoughts still linger fuck the world say hello to my middle finger...lost my sanity through tragedys broken branches on my family tree know they in thug mansion sipping on hennessy holding on to there memories avoiding encounters with enemies/
politicians are thieves cops are nieve makes it hard to read the bible and believe no time to reprieve...phase two and our noses are still blue while the media mis-construes the truth i'm spitting heated in the booth/
sometimes i feel like david brame bout to blow some domes...a fifty caliber desert eagle with a loaded clip and its chrome...when you a rap king they always wanting ya throne showing me skorn cause i'm a rapper spittin tight white when he was born/
the pain in my life is becoming mundane equilibrium fucked lotta shit on my brain...tedius monotonous its always the same...got me fully loaded not thinking bout repercussions..sinking bitchs chests in like breast reduction/
aint it funny i got a hmo and cant afford life insurance when i die they'll just throw me in a furnace delivering flows gifted...no one gives a fuck if my lights get turned off or I get evicted/
me against the world like i'm Tupac loading hollow tips into magizines...trying to capture my dream on the music scene vision keen...smell the chronic in the air cant walk in a room without a cold stare a crackshot when i get a hater in my cross-hair/
got a revolver so i wont leave no shells reformed but oh well...spitting twisted releasing my anger crushing enemies and shit talking strangers...refining my lyrical rhyming/
got my mom on my arm so i can always see her smiling...depending on her to be there like the first and fifthteenth...when will the earth be inherited by the meek? situations are bleek/
doing my thing on the mic till six homies carry me in black only ones real most my friends turned there back...since the age of sixteen you could find me at the end of a bottle/
fuck the world i said it i'm like a engine spitting unleaded maxing the throttle...at the point i dont give a fuck if i'm locked up snitched on or shot up we're all bound to eventually get caught up/
put me in a cell and i'll just get swoll fuck a C. O. P. thinking they better then me doing worse low key i've been cursed spitting philosophy/
coming hardcore with these metaphors does any rapper want war with this sicc individual...fuck you up in a battle and a week later you still feeling the residuals my styles origional..sippin on paul masson or E & J/
reality got my sanity wasting away like tooth decay...close to breaking down so i grap my pen and write these verbs adjatives and nouns questioning wither i'm hell bound looking for death around the corner...call the coroner/
hard to keep ya faith in this world full of hate everybodies irate...they say the apocalypse is coming and I cant wait...fighting for respect daily blowing this shit up like a israeli/
just call me a psycho with a vocab smashing on rivals in the lab...grab these sharp tracks and i stab..to ya back ya fucking PAB watch me ab-lib a lyracist of the highest caliber after a battle i'm there alone minus the challenger/
in life i was neglected with strife i pack opinions directed at politicians till things are corrected tight beats are selected pray to god bush aint re-elected...looking for a hole in the earth big enough to stick my dick in...sick in the head quick to spit some shit i wrote with a pen...you can quote my shit from beginning to end/
-HOOK-
losing family gaining enemies when i close my eyes at night i see tragedy/
slugs burning my flesh lost in my sanity...smoking herb to calm my nerves/
sippin on yac pervin hittin curbs in my cadillac..stuck watching my back/
pressing my luck screamin fuck the world i need change spittin deranged on stage bustin off the mouth like a twelve gauge/
