this goes out to the living & the loving – the drinking & the drumming – the spinning & the running – the constant ringing in ur ears after a night of destruction –
it's a wrap, play catch up & meet me at the summit – dump it like the dumb comments of ur subpar Rap knowledge – I carry beats in ma luggage & move them with feats that take rappers hostage – laugh in conscious at the nonsense
& gossip that free spirits publish for a little profit – god damn it! U ignorant fools are obnoxious – 24-7 talking garbage, while shadow boxing with ur latest self-imposed charges – No! Im not sad Im just sad for ya'll living in bondage – a bunch of prophets tryin' to be the gossip & make us believe that this is what we need to accomplish – shit u startled little bitches really deserve the market got me laughing till Im nearly retarded –
shit if u don't wanna get shot at then stop wearing a target – claiming that ur artists– too many of u kids must believe in fairy tails full of witches & flying carpets – tryin' to wreak havoc upon the harvest –
so ring the bell & be the smartest fucking ass that invented knowledge –
a straight shooter always on top of every topic – till he gets haunted by the remains of his own stupid logic – reject the gossip but keep ur promise – & I guarantee that at least 9 outta 10 of u might test positive –
of actually causing ur bullshit apocalypse – but haven't even noticed that it started yet –
cause ur too busy with things u can't part with –

Until it's too late & will u forget what it all started with – till it's too late & u regret, u were a part of it –

be a part of the unestablished yet unchanged mindset that sets apart the hardly living from the sane – stay in the moment, be unchained – keep ur eyes on what most describe as strange and watch the little games they like to play – take everything with a gigantic pinch of whatever ur able to swallow – blessed be the mind that leads to follow – cuz too many so called great minds seem to be hollow – & dream of being free from the hustle – while the key to their struggle lies in between their money greed & false prayers, preach the gospel – It goes one for the trouble – two for the tummy rumble – three to all the dope rap cats & a BIG fuck u to all the dickheads who love to mumble –
I came here to watch dumb bitches become humble & stumble, tumble & fumble around a couple of dumb fucks that think they see how the cookie crumbles – Imma come a little “not so subtle” “lots of trouble” bursting ur
“I wanna be a rapper”- boxed off bubble – with zero fucks given to the artsy trends u said ur loving – mf I might definitely be troubled but at least I stopped the bed wetting & back stabbing long before I dropped a verse on track settings – u bitches like the rest of the rest of us could use some fact checking –
man stop sweating – U can't carry this scene like bad acting – u better off annoying the fuck outta somebody else - panhandling –

Until it's too late & will u forget what it all started with – till it's too late & u regret, u were a part of it –