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Yeah go ahead an’ act like that, see if I don’t smack you back
My rhymes are light years ahead, ur merely neoteric
See what happens when you tergiversate, your brain is shocked wit electric
To the ideological membrane is shocked overload
And you go so crazy your spinal fluid flows
Right out ya ass, yeah bitch now feel the wrath
I’ll stuff your pancreas through your small intestine and rip each of yo’ bones out yo’ ass
Do incision an’ give you a vasectomy
Chop off your one ball an’ make yo’ bitch eat it
Hit her in the stomach so she vomits it and make her feed it
To your grimy ass mug, then pierce your heart wit 32 slugs
Brutally hold you to vice, strip 5,000 pieces of flesh wit a knife
Quick wit the slice, it’s mad trife
Niggas walk past wanna look at me sideways
Hate cus I don’t emulate, I do it my way
I don’t like nobody an nobody likes I
Desolate soldier, I only fight for I(repeat)
Why do I fight, why do I struggle, the pain keeps choking me (eck!) so I keep choking ye
The rampage continues, with zealous compassion is wit what I expose thee
Kinetic an’ catabiotic forces of energy
Chop you head off (ah!) an spit in your eyes, for the ephemeral wisp of time your alive
Its cowards, followers, ignoramuses, an’ idiots I despise
Aww fuck it, that’s an appellation of all humans
I’m the academician, the truth, the pundit, the God
I contradict all humankind
I’m a native american, an opposite to science, I erupt but my voice is just stuck in a box
I’m antithetical, an antipodean, irreconcilable human paradox
Now im heard an’ you all fear
Like a bunch birds wit your ignition in a 90 degree dive gear
The iconoclastic Christian, Holy water bewithchin
The pious immaculate sacrosanct, who purges out sin daily
But breathes it witout even knowing it nightly
This is the worst o’ me, this is the nadir
I wanna save your souls from that ether, even the hatas
Cus you may think your cool an’ you forget about God, but theres nothing worse than rottin in the devil’s lot
Chorus
Chea, I may talk insane, wit dat sick sick brain
Muthafuckas be way too lame, styles all da same
I aint tryina sell that crack o dat cane
I tryna sell dat message to my niggas, main
Act stupid silly ass niggas, same
All da same
May be splittin yo throat o scalpin yo body off
To wear as an outfit to keep me warm when I got a cough
Its all just cus I love you, its all just to struck you
Strike you, however verbiage you like to
Unkind, unmindful
I kill you
I love you
Im trapped
…
im doin good, you push my lil ass ova
so now I stay exploding, like a fuckin supanova
see, I try but I can do no good
like something that kills all life when I touch it
I wanna save you all, you don’t understand me, so fuck it
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
