the Tests of Time have Wrecked my Mind
I'm Set ta Find Death or Crime
trapped in this Head of Mine
I Respect the Grind
maybe I should Get a Dime
and Smoke It so I can Focus
I'm Dope as who Wrote This
a lyrical Full Clip
every words a Bullet
and I'm So Quick no one Noticed
I exploded without a Motive
Devoted to a psycho psychosis
my Brains Caught without a Sane Thought
only constant Rain Drops Falling Down
steady Calling Out whose Ballin Now
can you Hear Me releasing this Fury
I'm Cleary Weary but still Fear Free
the Selfish Relish a place so Hellish
someone Else Is Helpless
but I'm the one who Felt Sick
cuz the truth is Contagious
written on Pages over the Ages
it's Faded into the Matrix
now it shows up on my Playist
my style is straight outrageous
like a Serrated Bladed man who isn't Complacent