Born into this world a savage, let the rage ravage
page madness, lyrical architect, spark the tech to average
the field of war, yield my bars? I'll slice you in fours
dice with a sword, bored so I purchase an accord to gore
my lore, what that bore, was a life of suffering and pain
nothing to gain, cold evil hands were buffering my shame
scattered rain, bloodshed and agony, God is mad at me
so sad to see, a prodigy beaten down for his tapestry
clap with me, as we applaud this way of life and shun
whether it be knife or gun, my skin is always on the run
but bombs are fun, that's why I rap, for the artillery in words
stop grillin' me like herbs, or I'll start killing thee with verbs
always fun to be lyrically absurd
Stick with ammunition to RAM positions and cram ignitions
with memory visions, the entity listens, with grand cognition
now planned decisions will hand me diction, I pronounce with pride
as I pounce you hide, with an ounce inside, I count to die
Five to four, four to three, three to two, two to one, I blew the gun
my head grew and spun, so they knew they won, blood was blue n stunned
so few has come, the good are gone, no hood is wrong,
I stood so strong, on the ''could be'' song, and I fell in smog
so tell me dog, does that mean I suck? when you see me duck
cause' like semen luck, I'll flow for a buck, until the spot is struck
you just know that I don't give a fuck.