[Intro]
Word, son
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayo, ayo
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah
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[Verse]
If you ain't fuckin' with my vision then act like I don't exist
If you ain't ridin' with me, n***a, get rockin', that's what he kicks
Because I'm tired of disloyalty and bitch shit
I'm tired of the misfits, and what else? I'll list it
I hate n***as that dissin' but won't make the diss explicit
I hate when n***as switchin', playin' sides, you complicit
I hate when n***as don't know somethin' wrong 'cause you ain't pissed yet
'Cause you ain't said you hate when n***as quiet like some crickets, insects
Crush 'em up and eat 'em with some butter on some biscuits
My fist gets harder when I grip to sit through
Another fuckin' day of playin' shit cool, fuck that
I hope the fuckin' planet suck the guts out of my nut sack
I'll bust back and you can fuckin' trust that, I'll hit you
Right in yo' fuckin' neck and let you lay inside a piss pool
'Cause there ain't nothin' worse than treated badly by your brother
Kinda anger make me wanna see another in a gutter
Kinda anger make me blind and make me think an awful thought
Was never taught how to forgive or maybe I had just forgot
Why the people that's supposed to have your back is turnin' opps?
Kinda anger make me wanna murder every single cop
Wit' a shotgun, pull up and I pop one
Pull up and I pop two, now they've fuckin' shot you
So let it stay a thought then, the kinda one that dropped in
The kinda one I put inside a song that I can bop ten times until I stop carin'
About the fact that underneath it all, there's nothing solid to hold on to like you want to
And when I'm dreamin', I feel better then I do when I'm awake
How I'ma dream some realer people than the ones that's livin' when they really fake
Like actually, I do this rappin' casually
Distract me from my dyin' and tryin' to feel my innocence again
And it's impactin' me positively
And in a sense, I guess it is the cause of anxiety
When people got pairs of sense they wanna give to distribute
Opinions 'bout the art but I ain't like the other rappers you listen to
This music is a painting with emphasis on the pain
It's not to entertain, it's the noises inside my brain
And I pray that you understand that I'm sorry I'm so aggressive
If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it into my message
That race is fake, and people equal, but don't wanna be
It's all because of greed and how we structure our economy
I'm so depressed
I've had this liquor in my chest like every day 'cause I ain't been feelin' the best
A mixed-race faggot boy that rap and ain't black but his goddess is
I pray that Kali Ma descend on LA, bring apocalypse
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah
That's it
Yeah, that's it
Fuck outta here