Breed fear for the fact that fear leads to the inability to clap back, got the black knapsack packed in the back of the

Breed fear for the fact that fear leads to the inability to clap back, got the black knapsack packed in the back of the Cadillac 45 Mack 10 with the black straps Battle cat Battle trap it's a battle rap Attaboy back to bed it's a battle nap Ships ahoy bucky said it's a battle track flip a coin...pick a side, now what side is that Ever since given into my demon ways... ignorant listen to what my demon say Bout to be a fight...how could something so wrong feel so right. bathed in a pale light but it's not my fight today so I'mma just fade away in a dazed out craze catching rays.. as a blaze sipping on lemonade Walking on the edge of a razor blade 200 degrees talking bout Fahrenheit not centigrade bomb goes off I disintegrate into a vast black mass and then I start to regenerate Heart laps back with the force of a crack attack back to the realm of the real Don't want to double back... do anything within my motherfucking means to ensure I don't go back to the place where the troubles at. Deep wounds that never really heal just scab up with time and change... Feeling deranged and out of range man this ain't like me it's fucking strange Can't seem to shake the notion That's something's broken that I'm caught in a deep dark dream and I cannot be woken How many steps do I have as I slowly tiptoe towards my grave no I made a mistake or two Tell me there's still time for me to be saved cuz I still got some things to do and I promised them too I'd never end up this way again got to find a means to my end old friend or is the enemy My own words enemy Poor profits seem to plague me think that may be somebody got it out for me but who could they be storms coming we can run for cover perhaps thunder claps batten down the hatches were under attack Matter of fact fuck that bout to dip into this fat weed sack grab a blunt out the pack and crack it down the back fill it with this green crack take a puff let it go and lean back And in case you didn't already know that a bucked nasty motherfucker like me needs that That's why we keep them prewrapped in the back of the lack and Seems like the mac ten isn't all that we packin Fact is aint much that we lackin whether rappin, or trapping or scrapping we always make it happen How many steps do I have as I slowly tiptoe towards my grave no I made a mistake or two Tell me there's still time for me to be saved cuz I still got some things to do and I promised them too I'd never end up this way again got to find a means to my end old friend or is the enemy My own words enemy