My Condolences (Freestyle)

[Verse: Epidemic]



If I don't set the pen aside it's genocide

There's no repentance, my sentences are the 7th sign

I get a sense you're on the fence of what perfection is

Am I compulsive-obsessive or a perfectionist

What's my direction, I mentioned what my objective is

It's common sense to a sensei, you apprentices

I came to terms & I learned what my imperfections is

I'm either possessive or I'm affectionless

I'm either impressive or what depression is

& I ain't getting defensive but my perspective is

Fuck the world at my discretion & for emphasis

Add a couple middle fingers in parentheses

& show no sympathy, simpletons trying to throw shots

For goodness sakes it's +in your face+, you're fake as +Botox+

Criticizing while they standing on a soapbox

You giving life to Michaelangelos & Mozarts

The Humphrey Bogart, a young soul with an old heart

Torn apart trying to keep afloat

My flow is Noah's ark

It's +complex+, say +Napoleon+ Bonaparte

I saute

Bon appetite, you n***as sweet

Artificially, sounding kind of salty when you speak

If you listening, I don't give a fuck about critique

Or if you dissin me, what you think I barely read the comments

If I'm online, I'm probably jerking off to be honest

So while we're being open with each other, let's acknowledge

If you hate me, it's probably cause you trying to push an artist

& he ain't me, angry hoping nobody notices

That I murdered their careers, my condolences