Aye... Low in da specs, n they low to suspect... Dez cats as lamez, n we knowin whats nxt... So fuck that, that same shit... We aiming for the apex, Nameless, but they status, Was momentum, not get famous... Rap game is wasted on a playa, I stave em off, they playin, I stay in that brain, caged in, My pessimism, my hating, It's war, aint tryna save em, Of course, just tryna savour, My thoughts, CnS that double time, Overtaking em on a double line, Like i aint spose ta, but muthafuk that! Man, now my time is any time, All I wanna do is sip drink, chase tale, Smoke weed, feel it in my entrails... Dont ask me who my pupilz iz, I aint human kid... I aint a human kid, human kid... Momma know ima monster, lil shit, Piece of shit, like biggie smalls, Give me hell, when I cap my jaw, Tell my girl work it hoe, til ya sore, The money of the floor then beg for more, She wanting more, she want that all, I know she wanna know, just how I ball, Ball, ball, 60 ft tall, could step the hoop, Better check the score, We an odd gang, no wolf mang, But recognize, I kill em all. Going in, so hard. Out for mine, bogaurt. You don't know us, so don't front. Call me nuts thats close enough... Cause I'm god, n dont give a fuck, What you think, thats real enough. Stay on my zeal wita pound of doe... Laxin on the couch wita coke'd up hoe... She finna blow, my microphone... With a fucked up lip and bleeding nose, Faded bitch, take off ya clothes, Pass a sprite, add a fo... Light the dro, we getn po'd, Up purrppurrp, thats my gen y shit, Take it slow, like they dont know, We smoke smoke, we get lit, I aint new to it, eyes two slits, Use it, abuse it, not human... The truth is... All I wanna do is sip drink, chase tale, Smoke weed, feel it in my entrails... Dont ask me who my pupilz iz, I aint human kid...

I'm so high... Looking at the ceiling gonna paint a green sky... Gotta funny feeling like I might die... Paranoid, can't stop looking out the corner of my eye... And I write rhymes, to pass time, In the night time, Cause my mind, I just can't, sleep... And it's simple as that, Simple as single syllable spitting, on a boom bap beat... So battle me, battle me... Cause what ya hear in my tracks aint exactly what you'll meet... I aint tryna eat, i aint tryna leach... I get off on others on the rap games teat... I aint tryna hear no feed... Just doing me, give a motherfuck what you think... Young cunt twistin stank... Going hard in the paint, mike J... Suicidal speed, gotta suicidal need... and I gotta a fucked feel, from a grave too deep... Going hard as you wouldn't believe... Fucking up my jaw cause I'm grinding my teeth... You don't want beef, speak a kings defeat... Seeking heat, off these pussys feet as they run away from me... Yall are mistaken me, I aint talking on mics... I'm walking on knives, fucking stalking the night... 16 living off rice, in a home by myself... smoking cones with no wealth... Living through a living hell... Didn't wanna ask my olds for help... Cause I had a job, and theyd know where the money went... Cash I spent on drugs, for what? Cause my shits fucked up, so I get fucked up... And then cause of that shits more fucked up... Man shits fucked up, just my luck... Swear we all gonna be on the come up... Already getting there, steady moving heavy gear.... And I'ma pull all my fam up... Cause shit was getting heavy there, now its looking heaven clear... Yeah, now it's looking heaven clear... But it's always so far but so near... Never quite right there... Running in the suns glare... Giving all I can spare... Continues journey, destination everywhere... Guess you can't place me anywhere... Mean I fit in nowhere, go stare... All eyez on me motherfucker... Suck my D motherfucker... I'm out this beat my bruddaa... And back with this one... Cause I'm on that next son... Hip-hop is dead, fuck resurrection... I'm coming through the wire, got a good connection... And hes telling me I'm wired, And to stop my flex'n... Putting out shitty songs, And seeking attention... Cause the scene aint feeling it, Shift direction, Go back to boom bap, Good intention, But its all food for thought, Fuck what you thought, Fuck what you bought, That shits a bore, Them dude try to bite my shit n break they jaw... Dey got bad butthurt, man kids sore, Kids saw, my shits raw, I pull pieces on them bitches like Quick Draw, McGraw, Then leach on they women and give em the what for, They raps get cut short, They cars aint paid for, And all they doing bitching bout the music, like my neighbors...

Cognitive energy spitting, In each of my writtens'... I put thought in my lines so people will listen... Yall too concerned with what glistens... Some of the sickest out, still not hitting... Flow is enormous, fuck beats and they chorus, Got bars like thesaurus, Off the hook, cordless, Hip-hop music, no black berry rap, your career, I bury that, damn straight I'm very phat, For real, catch me chilling in the beat lab... Only with a couple women but they all bad... Naughty, so if you were born in norties... Man, We the new swag... The whole industry sufficating in new fags... So I kick back and blaze two bags... Cause shit is now twice the pressure... And twice as lesser mcs are sounding tight and fresher... Ashes to ashes, My culture aint for the masses.... I love 60, but put that where the trash is... Cause that mainstream attacks my vigilance.... And polutes the scene with ignorant idiots... And that's you, yeah probably that's you... Not saying that I wanna take it back to 92... Just make sure that you only do you... And aint tryna do whatever is new...

What up with your bitch mayne, lips stained... Candy paint, sitting on that wood grain... Smoking all them good things... I Stay blown, take hoes... I be with peso's, that's a 10 when you way thrown, But really bout an 8 bro...