I'm after Currently after Currency like it's an Emergency stepping with Urgency
the haters don't Burden Me Surging Seas drown any and all Insurgent Beefs
my Mics a Weapon they Life's a Lesson you have no Right to Step In
fuck the Stryfe your Stressing I don't Like the Guessing lets Fight Depression
with Good Thoughts if only these walls Could Talk I'd be buried in a Wood Box
you Would Not Change Rain for the Same Fame that ruins some peoples Sane Brain
wanna Entertain Lames slice their Main Vein and Reclaim Pain as a Triumph
Why Jump into a Hell for Wealth if you Sell Yourself your soul will be Held
by the Devils Men fuck it I'm a Rebel Then so I'll Loc Out with my Dope Sound
outside my Foes House this is for running Yo Mouth I'm crushing your Skull Now
into Smithereens until the Picture Seems to be Faded like I Erased It
my enemies will be Faceless and Overrated when compared to Matrix
my style is Raw like a punch to your Jaw in front of a crowd of Cops
you can go Off and Talk but eventually it'll Stop you've already Lost
my Swift Knuckles swing behind This Hustle cuz somewhere a Kid Struggles
With Trouble so he Does Drugs and stays Fucked Up like full time Buzz Slut