This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine

Where does our past go?
It wraps around my head and grips like a lasso, asshole
Remind me to react slow
Fucking up my sleep time, burning up my dream flow
Apply the lotion, Spaced out in the ocean
Shes looking for a reason to suppress her emotions
Chasing the visions of perfect self promotion
Of a lucid life she coulda woulda be living
It seems my dear, you've lost your true definition
Im thinking its from all the drugs that you were given
High as can be like where the trees do stand
Loving life for now, its all you had planned
Holding hands kissing idols
In the basement waiting your arrival
But this shit is all about survival
The pen in his hand makes him a better man
I trust you see the truth before it all goes hell
Or be another angel that apparently fell, whatup

Im tryna murder the microphone
Im tryna murder the microphone
Once I wake I can never go back to sheep
(That was part uno, this is part two though)

What the fuck? You really forgot who I am?
N***a I shine like the glove on Mikes hand
I wipe all my tears before I put on that glove
Cuz it hurt when you gotta kill the n***a you love
Boy Im chin checked, not on your list, lets take a bet
After this shit, when you at home, you'll smell your breath
And realise what it is, is all rotten faith
Lyrically or real G beatdown, pick one, I'll wait
Calm down with the rap shit
The cash is there to get
You record your whole life but no one listens sweat
You give hiphop a bad name my n***a
Looking like that broke thirty year old at Christmas dinner
But youre listening to a winner
Call me Jay Electric, or Andre 3000 watts
N***a just watch, I'll plug yall from the matrix
Zions been waiting my son
Real life ethics
You n***as know that Im the one, whatup!

Im tryna murder the microphone
Im tryna murder the microphone
Once I wake I can never go back to sheep
(That was part uno, this is part two though)
4th Wall Whatup!
House Gang Whatup!