[Verse 1]
And this a lethal interjection expecting plenty exceptions
Prepare for any rejection, confess a spiritual lesson
For this restless adolescent you could read between the lines
And see this motherfucking message
The blessing a n***a give it through information
That's written as riveting
If you listening and using but rarely intrusive
Inducing allusions methodical method proven
Confusion that's constituted in this lyrical revolution my god
The realest of n***as alive
I step on the track and I'm killing the vibe
I murder a beat and I massacre minds
I make 'em retrude and then listen to mine
The will of the pen that be bending their spine
Dependent upon if you giving the time
My runs are refined, my lines are defined
The technical skill and the passion combined
You living in fear with your life it's define
Inferior soul consumed like a fire
Controlling the vibes, the wicked demise
The n***a despises, they're wearing disguises
You keep with the pace I'm running a race
I'm filling the page up with nothing but hate
I give an example, a similar taste
I studied the past, and some of it was a man for that n***a that wants to be great
(NAH!) that music don't relate or resonate
They hesitate with their salacious ass stories that was fabricated
Overactive imagination mixed with exaggeration no cooperation
I'm just trying to keep my glass half full
Lyrically I'm fanatical, masterful, magical, even close to classical
My words they carry heat and at the least they'll break your clavicule
Then toss you into oncoming traffic on any avenue (rAHHH!)
[Verse 2]
Shit that I written and spitten
And spinning and sitting inside of a prison
Insidious vengeance with hideous hindrance
Is the way that we livin
Created a product with what I was given
Just shut the fuck up for a second and listen
This mathematician has brought ammunition to murder suspicion
For never submitting they found all the bodies I've hidden right next to my closet
Deposit it inside of my [last?] of the visions
I've taken it back to the visual aspect of rap
Are you picturing what I'm delivering?
Different ignorance sounding belligerent
Battle the paper, assault with the sentence
Now lace up your tennis
And run till you're mental and physically finished
No time to replenish (HA!)

[Verse 3]
Now pay attention to my prominence
Aware I'm dropping knowledge
Like dissertations in colleges
I've been trimming the fat and subtracting all the collagens
Studying every word in attempt to attain competence
I'm confident this dominance compliments my conglomerates
Acknowledging the effort they given is more pathetic
I run it like calisthenics, articulated phonetics, forget it as I'm progressing
It's still impressive, your shit's depressing
Never regressing, expressing my lyrical prowess
Then pick up a pen and get violent
Give me a minute my n***a I'm wilin' hol'up
This a sabbatical, why you acting dramatic?
Emphatic, I focus on my passion what these other rappers lacking
Never relaxing, listen and try to imagine graspin everything that you asking
[?] manifest too good you fathom hol'up
I got that newest shit, you rapper 'posed to go recite
I feel your appetite like Aphrodite with a lot of dykes
I'm a radical reverend while I'm preaching this rhetoric
I'm just trying to perfect and resurrect a funeral procession
I infest the conceptions that turn into inception
While you pay the price of admission in two consessions
You profess and I'm the dopest that is yet to be noticed
You overdose and then comatose then off a the second dose
Someone please explain how the game encourages the mundane Four quarters and a dream if the scene is in need of change

[Outro]
And all I think about is suicide looking at my reflection
I'm depressed it's only you and I
Staring down the barrel as the devils whispers you decide
(I can pull the trigger) I aim it where the pain resides
(OH!)
And all I think about is suicide
Looking at my reflection I'm depressed
It's only you and I
Staring down the barrel
As the devils whispers you decide
As I aim it where the pain resides