song named after my album, and one of the only shit tracking tracks on there. figured id give you guys an update on what im workin one. Feedback of course, hope you like it
This is, the shit that I consider my business
So come get wit, me to come and see or witness
Runnin laps over rappers please that be my fitness
G you wanna spit wit, me you need defenses.
When I cock n’ aim that guns got lots of strays
No time to stop and prey, no blockin the pain
Todays not your day, I got on top of the game
Droppin names, tryin to cop with the fame
But I cant seem to shed the most obnoxious of ways
The things that make me the way I got to this day.
But the plot still remains, every drop in my veins
I got hot for game, so im not stoppin or droppin my name.
Lyrical spirit, shit you hear it ima poltergeist
Exorcist I control your life, so now I own your rights.
I show new heights never seen I got the flow you like
I go to write, my vocals light
The pad, my bad that’s how I broke the mic.
Im sober, white and pissed so you know I fight
Explodin right as soon as rappers go to bite.
The prototype, the original bastard
Spillin em faster than the fuckin illest of masters
Hook(X2)
See I cant sleep, so I take pills
Enough of em I might just get killed
So give me my meds, and send me off to bed
Cause if you don’t the insomniac will.
You feel it, heart attack when I start the track
Rip apart your back known as the cardiac.
Wheres the party at, fat ass wanna call me whack
Insomniac got hungry raps, shit im starvin jack.
I got text in my saliva, who next to wanna try some
Dictionary on my lips kiss me you might just die son.
Your style aint ill its sick at best so don’t disrespect
Hit you 1,2 so you die from my second hand like cigarettes.
I see these rappers runnin well im here to out step
All your raw dogs I just turned into house pets.
I found this niche in which I keep people astounded
With the same fuckin words that got me grounded.
Oh shit the cuckoo’s missin locked in my voodoo prison
Insomnious… its what you thought was superstition
My cries open your eyes like you were new to vision
I make MC’s stop, like you forgot who you was dissin.
I add somein to this game, you just got division
So you better cut it short like your words got circumcision.
Im not quite there yet but you bastards wait
When I quit this rappin game, shit that’s the day
I skip lickin a chick to stay home and masturbate.
Hook(X4)
See I cant sleep, so I take pills
Enough of em I might just get killed
So give me my meds, and send me off to bed
Cause if you don’t the insomniac will.