J Dilla
MYSOULISSTATIC
Food stamps and welfare don’t thaw the ice
Don’t be different, do your shit or fucking pay the price
Bitches here and there be acting fake, not really nice
Riot in the street, six sided white dice
Nothing in the best, butterflies inside my chest
Mental health, riches wealth, poverty’s a mess
Females on my phone, texting days till they confess
Bitch be crying, bitch be dumb, bitch bе very stressed, likе, uh

Why’s everyone so dull?
Heart’s cold as snow, I’m confused and I’m alone
And my life is like a book because the pages made of gold
Light, white, so cold, falling bodies like the snow
Winter thoughts and murder in my brain it go slow
Off the wall in flavors, 5, four loko
Swim in that shit, boat go row row
I don’t got shit but words and pretty bitches just to show like, damn

Dumb little bitches
Don’t look back, fuck your friends, burn all your bridges
Blood inside my veins replaced with heroin syringes
6 feet deep cut blood and stitches
Sleeping all day but staying up till sunrise
Every single second people smoke to stay high
Rotten and decaying, buzzing noises from the flies
Mask your face, fuck it all devil in disguise