Yeah
It's real now
Let's speak out
Fuck your weak views
Take two minutes to peer through
My optics, am feeling like makin a killing
Feeling like fillin up my pockets
Massacring like Pol Potts for the profit
No religious affiliation, man stop it
Half tall grey, half monstrous
How you gonna stop this?
I don't need to pop clips
Once I drop this
In the stove
And whip it slow
I get all a you addicted to my flow
You look a little timid though
As I sit and scribble notes
An alchemist, still make it apparent this
Isn't for the gold
I was born in '97
So fuck your profession
I don't know where my head is
Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned
Smoking organic, making you panic, man
Fuck all that peace chat
Where the gat at
Rat-a-tat-tat
Speaker bang
Speaking slang
Got your bitch in arm
Telling her, she don't need a man
So what does that make me?
I've been a little bit fucked lately
I dont wanna be another stereotype
I gotta grow up, man it's really fucked
18 years old, thinkin about ending my life
Don't give a fuck for your judgement
Yer lucky I only throw punches
When I write
So fuckin selfish, I'll admit it
That's why this is scripted
I'm not talented or gifted
Or up and coming
I'm just obsessed with stressing, fucking running
From a lifestyle, that I've hated for a while
But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away
Just wanted to get my dick sucked
Always tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck
Why can't I just, appreciate life
And smile
If you hate me, it's mutual
The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful
I'm like immovable object
In God's head and there's weed still in my cuticles
Still doing all the things I used to do
Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible
Of loneliness
Thank fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle
I gotta make it apparent
I lost a parent, well I never had him
Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow
Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her
Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of boxes and covers
Boxing with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder
I'll make sure you remember this
Bet I end up better than deviling
Put your bets on the devil in
My pen again, a medalling symbol of petulance
Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's medicine
Escaping my selfish ways
With my brain spread on a page
So I put my soul in a song
So it may linger on
But I'm never calling that bitch back
Smokin afghan on the ave
I went through it all in the fucking past
Never again, never again, man
It's MFTM, MFTM man
Save all of your hate
Throw it back in your face
Hardly a subliminal
Young sinner still feeling old
Hardly stereotypical
Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley raised
So I'll never sit in first class
Abuse my intuition
I see the weak when these MCs are spitting
Fuck the fraudulant freudian slips
I'm slipping, I really wish I went to prison
Fallen victim to the system
Just a social condition
I'm fixed in, between genius and insanity
Never shed a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be
Doctor's warned him about the bevy
Didn't fucking listen, good old uncle Henry
Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything
I'm acting like it matters when it doesn't
Sold his soul for substance
But fuck it
