MY FEMALE RAP GOD lets go back to kings line, cause my reign is endless/ i can't control my mind, lyrically insane and helpless/ chopper flow with the machete leaves you headless/ these normal rappers can't match up against the legends/ come from the rap asylum, we'll kill you in still living in the past, while i'm living in the present/ they can break me down like a movie, different segments/ they should put my material on the periodic table/ when i grab the pen, i ain't lyrically stable/ taking the critique, eminem and vince staples/ your not connected unless you got the cables/ if you think of dissing me, you'll be on the list/ this is for them rappers that thinking they good at this/ because my lowest points are your greatest hits/ when you try the emcees, it's best you call it quits/ you know who you talking to, it's the supreme rappers/ you know who you talking to, the lyrical Steve Orkul Lets Rap and Snorkel! Hehe Dont Call it quits/ you know who you talking to, it's the supreme rappers Whom ALWAYS Forgets But NOT When She Spitz you know who you talking to, the lyrical masters/ your career as a rapper, is a natural disaster/ Now Sit down Het Owned Cause IM YOUR MASTER leave you in the cold then i'll burn you up after/ Its a new chapter, God sent his son to go live with mortals/ Now I'm here to attack wack rappers for their lack of morals/ I paint murals in their blood as corpses rot at my feet/ N' pick flesh out with bones when it gets caught in my teeth/ Cuz with the lyrics I spit, only a real killa can Cuz with the lyrics I spit, only a real killa can feel my intent/ So it's a tragedy if ya mad cuz my steel is willin' ta vent/ I'm never feelin' content, is it odd I'm never feelin' resent?/ Cuz I murder beats and invent hymns I have to kill ta repent/ So observe my presence, my pen produces a a sense To Live With iN CHORUS: the divine subliminal message my minds critical state can't accept-it ill grind mystical crystals into the engine of the vehicle that crashed the divine subliminal message my minds critical state can't accept-it ill grind mystical crystals into the engine of the vehicle that crashed my vengeance leading to the presence of cells and me facing a sentence erasing the DNA of my bones that needed repentance i'm needing dependence on substances Can We PLEASE NOT Forget This?!? kneading intestines i'll sell my kidney for dough but only with the exception i'l be exempted into redemption for gods impression our minds are infected with social-media they're feeding-ya deception misleading-the conception that you need internet attention and affection to feel hannv instead lead vo r mind to the to feel happy, instead lead your mind to the focus you'll eventually notice this brainwashing is bogus the youth'll be hopeless if we don't get our shit together another generation failing it's successor or students failing a professor to his expectations a consciousness propeller'lIl have me levitating a consciousness propeller'll have me levitating i'm demonstrating the mind is our only true oppreSsor motivation and confidence is wealthy treasures don't be another heath ledger and lock yourself in isolation for unfounded pleasures and frustration, just accept it- the divine subliminal message That's a machine gun dummy, so it's funny when my lead ignites fires/ Talking smoke I take flight, Ya hydro plane, skating on bare tires/ you grip weapons so tight it's like you raisin' a pair of pliers/ If we talkin' writers, I'm the coldest, I hope you keepin' ya focus,/ Cuz I keep tha pencil spittin' lead like a weapon Cuz I keep tha pencil spittin' lead like a weapon that's loaded/ Attitude ferocious, it's hopeless, you couldn't cope with the dopeness/ Y'all bogus, sweet as sodas, my spit is more lethal than cobras/ And If ya didn't notice the boldness then you mother fuckas trippin/ Cause l'm puttin' rappers on ices if I'm catchin' My weapon rippin' , let the Wesson split em' til they vest is drippin/ Then flex and hit em' so hard everythin' above the neck is missin/ The tech spittin, so it's a mess when I get the grip n' load in a clip/ I'm holdin' it stiff, let the 40 go and bet it blow em a kiss/ Blow em to bits, cuz if we beef I keep a pistol Ta vocal ya cords, press record but they know I hoard weapons/ Get to steppin', my name ain't Jaden but I'm in the pursuit of happiness/ But when it comes to sick bars, I always produce the nastiest/ CHORUS: the divine subliminal message my minds critical state can't accept-it ill grind mystical crystals into the engine of the vehicle that crashed my vengeance leading to the presence of cells and me facing a sentence erasing the DNA of my bones that needed repentance i'm needing dependence on substances Can We PLEASE NOT Forget This?!?