Psymun
Dead Music
[Verse 1]
Crashed on this planet with nothing left but half of me
Ain't got no water I'm thirsty starving and actually
I need it bad, so I'm always fixing my master piece
I feel like Master P., Percy without the lightning thief
Verses I write ignite the pen
I'm so enlightening
I might invite her friend
To my House with no Vicodin
Give a ounce of your love, these days it just so frightening
These dudes ain't Jesus how the fuck they give you life again?
Interolent, to views you use your knowledge in
Grab a skinny model give her juice and hope she swallowing
Always speak my mind, never keep too much shit bottled in
They tell me I can't speak unless I got a million following
Me
But that dishonesty ceases, to amaze me
Maybe, if they paid me, I could be the next Jay-Z
Maybe I'm talking crazy
We give 'em violets, they say they only like daises
So we get violent, and riot, then we get tired
But it's too late for change, in fact, the bodies pile up
In fact the body count is bout a bomb on Hiroshima, Nagasaki
Maybe lower, but the cops is not an option
You get shot they never show up
Never blow up with this rapping shit
Back to packs on 95th
College not an option
Mom say "boy you won't amount to shit"
No lackin was the motto even if it's not you meet the clip
Bleed to death, Didn't see it, plead the fifth
I'm not a snitch