Let me know what happens when your rhymes catch up with you You wouldn’t like it when they tell you that you have to choose What memories you made That you’ll live through or lived through This is Art, not what I did choose It chose me We all clones unless we create ourselves creatively Can you please fucking relate with me? No don’t ask me nothing else Who are you talking to? Me or yourself or your wealth As if paper money has basis in reality of your personality Actually here’s the thing I don’t have to even think about the shit I have to do for myself I just do it regardless of what you think of me fuck you to hell to then I stand out I stay Zen I stay in when I’m mating unless I’m outside and your bitch in my way then Hey man don’t hate the players we all hate the game then But when I come around You looking at me like I’m Satan Because I always raise hell If you fucking with me then Then you must be fucking with me now So I have to fucking kill you bring you down This is my fucking war now Bitch I don’t fucking play around Shoot you down Bitch I said if I want to I will shoot you down No gun possession this time Possessing killers now To kill you now Bitch do you feel it Bullets all inside your crown Call this the art of rap I’m teaching you and me Simply just how to take you down And since I’m high I’m up as fuck You taken down You fuckin’ done I took your crown CLONE