Verse 1
I sold my xbox to get my baby boy some Food
you don't wanna start shit cuz I'm not in the Mood
it's one eighty seven yeah I run with a Crew
I don't look twenty four and my eyes are Blue
it's like therapy when I'm in the Booth
later haters this fucking paper is the Truth
my very existance is Living Proof
in this life there are vices we Give In To
my message radiates like I'm Spitting Nukes
without a national treasure I find Hidden Clues
I'm revolutionary to death no matter what I Do
do some research I'm the teacher now go back to School
you gotta hustle every second or your a goddamn Fool
if you act like a bitch your stringing your Noose
people need to forget their ego or it'll get Bruised
I make it rain in the underground there is no Dispute
my rhymes are an evidence no claim can Refute
this song is a bomb that can't be Diffused
there's two choices the one you make and the one you Refuse
I make a memory with every tactic I Use
my situation sucks but I'm not about to hit Snooze
nobody waits for fate thats why I'm on the Move
Verse 2
on the verge of a Black Out - there's no turning Back Now
I'm watching my world Crash Down - and it's far from a Packed House
truthfully it's Only Me - walking down a Lonely Street
haters want you to Give Up - thankfully I don't Quit Much
not at all my game Disrupts - ordinary lame Bitch Stuff
I'm about mine so it's Over - my fury will leave No Earth
one eighty seven Flows Merk - the end is getting Closer
love is what I am After - in this lyrical Rap Verse
owning beats with my Swagger - my lines are like a Dagger
here comes another Sharp Pain - the deep hurt makes my Heart Strain
to rise above these Dark Flames - I'm wishing I had Some Wings
tho to you I am Nothing - it still hasn't quite Sunk In
my minds become a Dungeon - unchained and now I'm Running
straight to the fucking Finish - I can't waste another Minute
maybe we can do Business - it's Wicked how I Script This
I'll take through the Physics - prepare for motion Sickness
the unknown needs a Visit - get Ripped Quick have a Spliff Lit
mix drank and take a Sizzip - call my style Malicious
I eat away at Critics - contrary to their Wishes
my spit will stay Acidic - this matrix has no Glitches
but memories don't Fight Fair - how can I end this Nightmare
a solution lays Right There - on the counter a Knife Stares
dangerous thoughts go Unchecked - in my dizzy and Numb Head
it asks me if I'm Done Yet - well you only get One Death
is this what was Meant Ta Be - first I breakdown Mentally
then I go over The Edge - trapped in caridac Arrest
they can't find my fucking Pulse - so they give me another Jolt
the line stays flat and Beeping - without your love I'm Leaving
check it out I'm not Breathing - I left a note with Reasons
plus these Demons are Screaming - my life has no more Meaning
why the fuck do I Listen - man I gotta stop Trippen
pain is a drug and I'm Hooked - I'm doper than medical Kush
when my buttons are Pushed - so press away it's all Good
my fuse has been Torched - never question who wants it More
this artist makes it Pour - fire rains down untill ya Scorched
I only beef cuz I'm Bored - your carrers headed to the Mourgue
where it'll be toe tagged and Stored - as I battle without Remorse
tell me whose ready for War - cuz my squad is a fucking Miltia
we'll go out of our way Ta Get Ya - ask yourself if you Wanna Die
you've already been Tramatized - expect to see 187's On The Rise
it's simple no body, no Homicide - assassins have never Heard Of Trials
they say I've gone Murda Wild - trying to stack green Bills
lyrically you'll get Killed - guts are getting Spilled
fuck no I'm not gonna Chill - I've removen myself from Guilt
steady drinking straight Vodka - so before I get Locked Up
I'm a grind like riding on Rims - till I'm living like a King
I guess it's all Love's Fault - but it's too late now so Fuck Y'all