These days I'm so focused
So noted
So noticeably noticed
So under quoted
Cus y'all won't pay attention to lyrics until I'm blown
No homo
My promoter said all my opponents dead
Called the coroner to confirm he concluded correct
Called my promoter back and then my phone rang. Cus I'm my own promoter, fight this war on my own I'm a lonely soldier
Caught the coroner on the corner with quarters of coke quartin a quart of freshly cooked crack from the stove
Cookin a crip blood concoction so when you look out your window you'll see blue and red cockin clips like it's red food coloring pool water dicks and office supplies mixed
Basically word play ain't shit in this day and age
And close to most of these fakes dormant cus they stay and age
But I verb lay, been shittin so many days I'm beginning to age
You bitches actin like Nicholas, so you'll fit in this cage
And as I shit, it's exit only you can't fit in this gays
But y'all can watch me like the bitch in the gym, that's a fitness gaze
I say what's up to my best friends hi jase, fuck you fat fuck Dave
You'll never be as good as your brother
Shit y'all don't know what I'm sayin
But more importantly it's time take some Action
Power moves. Move me over you like fractions
Factually I'm the farthest from dumbin down, but double up on taxes as I frolic in these thoughts of mansion
And from where I'm standing and how I see it
Your odds are barley 1/5 of mine, not even 1/12, 1/100, or 1/6 of mine
Look how I reference back to fractions and made it rhyme
You follow me? Even if it's 5 lines behind it's fine
Cus you behind too
I'm 2 football fields in front of you
Which means you behind 2
I see that your with that fag -------, you like it in the behind too?
Or do you just like to be behind to place in the behind too?
But fuck you and your indecisiveness, you bisexual
Say bye to one kind and make a one kind rule
Whether it's gay or straight I don't mind, same love but that's the Macklemore in me
You see my hair, true, but him and I alike? No
Indifferently I'm different. But what's the difference? I'm indigent compared to him but in my mind just more talented
More versatile
More verse little
Talk of guns, drugs, and more lyrics to gizzle
That's go, if I'm talkin like snoop dizzle
Cus I'm a lion now, but as a dog I found my hizzle
And that's house bitch
So shut up ya mouth bitch
Zip tie ya lips quiet as mouse bitch
Don't whisper, dont try to hide out bitch
Cus the time is now it's my time now bitch
I'm Cameron mother fuckin Orlando, y'all ain't shit
Y'all eat shit
I don't die, I just dine
5 stars on my mixtapes, and 5 mother fuckin star restaurants
5 songs down
I got 5 more to go
That's 10 bitch that's two 5's
You having problems? I'm too fine
So fine I got mother fuckers yellin hey miss Parker
As I whip past in a pathfinder lookin for a low spot to park her, so I can sit back and spark her and spark the mind that sparked mine and spark the mind to change the world and rock the land mines
Blowing up and I detonate
Elevate over hella states
Concentrate on my conscious while dominating you consciously
Namustae, just gimme some honest pay, I aslamu lay with these bitches, they kum and pray
And say. Walakum salam my friend, why the salami so long
I got no answer I just smack her say so long
Days so long
I pray to shine brighter than day glow
Shine brighter and flow colder than the sun in the winter solstice
Cus for you uneducated mother fuckers, that's when it's the closest
And if you undereducated let me punctuate it please
You're like a semi colon, And I'm so educated I'm givin colonoscopies
Like improper grammar leave me delirious
Mark my words, i exclaim, i leave em bloody, no question, period
See I cut you before I kill you bitch lyrically I amputate
Leave you defeated feature me feel the fire n feel my pain
Feel the fight of a fueled fighter fightin hard to emancipate
And free my mind. My songs proclamations for more the southern states
--- BAR
Who you claimin you goin hard?
My flaccid penis is harder than half the shit that you guard
I pass your defense and weaken your demons until you gone
No telescope needed bitch you can see I'm a fuckin star
I got the mental stability of someone in an asylum bitch
My demons control em like the ring on king Solomon
Call up my apostles even fossils my followin
I want you run down, I tell my followin follow him
Grind teeth when I bite back
Take a shot shots fired when I write back
Lyrically this shits addictive I'm like crack
Im white and when gone ya withdrawals fuckin you up bad
Here's a penny for ya thoughts tho
If I could spare a nickel
I'd find a dime tho
Turn it into 4 quarters dollar make it 5
Revert again, that's 5 songs to go
The 3rd coming on 9/11 I guess it's time to blow
It's just the journey of finding yourself. It's all doable.. It's just a matter of doing it. Too many people become lost in translation and then end up being lost in translation... I'm sorry I'm being very deep

And matter fact
Y'all ain't with it, get with it
Got a lot of followers I'm lookin for some new leaders
We here muh fucka
This shit hasn't stopped
You really think imma devote myself and quit?
Nobody tryna be low anymore?
This ain't a fuckin game
This is the reason I'm insane
This is the reason cobain took what he did to the brain
We die for what we love
Blessed with gifts from above
It would be a sin to neglect my gift
Hold on. What has begun is the shift

The 3rd coming
Lost in translation
September 11th 2014
The future starts now