Every minute I live it like the clock gonna freeze When I be spitting its liquid plus the hottest degrees hoes wanna drop on the knees when I'm walking the streets like they worship the devil I'm a cocky ass beast. Pockets with metal I'm oddly at piece with a piece that'll settle any problem I see only solution is violence when silence it speaks only to the enlightened too many blinded by fiends streaming pride of self righteous diseased minds that lead blind teens like sheep right to the teeth of wolves hiding with no souls biting but me I freeze time and watch it rewind see me I'm a giant and climbing lyrically vines to massive and twisted for the average to get it. both rappers and listeners have to just miss this if you rather spit spit or listen thinking its lit when it isnt. repeated offenses deceiving the senses just to release a record I could of pressed in five minutes or less than. believe me I'm technically a genius or a genie with a sentence. open the eyes and the mind see the objective. yall need some corrective lenses blind is the vision rappers minds I get in them my lines aren't just venom my life i put in this there's light in my pen if u dont like me I'll live. i been doing fine with no friends no label telling me lies to pretend I'd ever be eye to eye with the slims or the types who youtube raised up on high on a whim. before I sale out as a trend to sale albums id die where i am. no recognition or prizes barely a pot to piss in where I've lived my whole life considering the condition of a writer i am. Ive pushed to the side my desire to win went my whole life a producer of fire but with pride aside and the fire with in I've quietly sat by watching opportunities pass by like a tire that spins in spite of my skill level I provided a thin line for fair weather friends to use my entire style and crib to teach em the ropes record em and feature never charged em no dough when I needed a hand up nobody was home so I developed my brand of intelligent plans never embellished my raps gave em hell then relaxed. they probably thinking I fell in the cracks still talking bout me well the elephants back. jordan lil homie used to tell me I had a impact and had a gift and should already be on eminem's path. I told em I didnt deserve it my confidence lacked he let me know I didnt have to be perfect and I never could lack so in his memory god tell him I'm back. my heavenly homie ima go off like a bomb in Iraq. wearing the burden of proof that in the booth I'm a god spit truth with a cross on my back. tearing thru whatever dude thinks hes gotta react. aware of new music but I'm hotter on tracks wherever my mood shifts is how I combat gimme two days cuz todays mood change puts yall in due flames like jesus came thru getting his people and I'm not on the map. I'm trying to say I'm soon game changing if you play when I'm serious or act two faced I can lay you in places 50 graves wouldn't loosely attach you with the pieces still no where to be found. call 50 states warn em I'm coming from under the ground. mourning for lost souls sadness pours in from home rappers abandoned folks roll in to throw Rose's and wish you hadn't pushed me you'd still be there to hold you and kiss these verses are death if my person is less than a version respected. I dont need enemies I already got a friends list. I'm like an apostle kissing a prostitute slipping his hands in her lips to RIP off her whore face in God's name that's how I see people opposing I been humble but recently blowing up like a canon that's smoking yall stop playing.