Preachers steeple...yo im talking to the Jesus people
You think youre holy cuz youve never seen the demons in you
And I'm weeping alone, my seat is the throne, my demons are known
I dont hide them like a coward yo my evil is shown
Insane and tough, pain is love, we hate to trust
I wasnt made from dust, i look down when im saying stuff
Cuz if i looked in your eyes i'd make your veins erupt
I'm blazin pass the wine, i'm Satan acting kind
I'm sacred and divine, I've made it past my time
And when i write i can break your favorite rapper's spine
You trapped in form, the world's on my shoulders, my back is strong
Your crown is gold, mine is wrapped in thorns
No one stopping the guy
How can you copy my style, when you sloppy with rhymes
It's like Wall E battling Optimus Prime ._.'
Underground verses...i shout those, loud flows
And if i went commercial i could sell you ice in the south pole