#TrippyTraxz #WavyTraxz #LyricalPantheon #NoGoingBack @bmvideo @bmvideos #LyrikalJuggernauts #Featured There just ain't no going back, possessed by the pen and the pad. This a relapse, every last synapsis firing like its they last Cardiac attack, yuh Cardiac attack. Work and work and work until I break my back, ain't no going back. You won't catch me slipping now, developing my own sound. Put em underground, killing in the underground with hades. They finna hate me, ain't no escaping the Massacre like valentine's, smooth like calomine. When I intertwine with the booth, it turns into Columbine. Homicide, steady stacking the bodies like who am I? Ted Bundy, so suddenly I'm inside yo Charles mansion, oops I meant Manson with my frame of mind this shit is so fantastic. This beat I toe tagged it splitting atoms and rearranging the chronological order of the apocalypse. Wrote a thousand bars then I tossed the shit. When life is hard I just remember that I'm a masochist. Been through some tragic shit, took a pen and crafted magic shit. This steez, ain't no matching that. I'll pull a track from a magic hat like a magic act make you disappear, I digress at last. Pass it back, puff it up then blow it down like the big bad wolf. Leave you piggies shook. Hit em with the left, then with a hook. Criss cross like this double dutch pull the clutch and hit the brakes. Who you punks think you trying to intimidate? I ain't going back, that shit is just too late. The ship has sailed, rolling up that kale. All my life it's been pass or fail, so up toughened up, fortified. You still looking frail. I chase the beat like a dog to his own fucking tail, I ain't telling tales. Swear I'll never derail, you get packed up like federal mail. Hacked up, please dont mind the smell. I killed the beat, it's been sitting for a while. Need a balance like I was walking on the wire, toe to toe catch a knife in the shower like my name was Michael myers. Grab the pliers, pull the claws off of these lions. There ain't no going back, possessed by the pen and pad. This is a relapse, every last synapsis firing like it was they last Cardiac attack, yuh Cardiac attack. I'm grabbing the chainsaw like ed gien, I'm frightening these mumbling pussies. Try and fight me, I'm like a cannibal with rabies. Intoxicated, ingesting bathsalts let me give yo ass a face lift. Spitting so much heat you can't take it, but I bet you'll add this to your playlist let's face it. This master craft, straight accelerants like Bolivian marching powder before it gets rocked up. You get Mopped up, someone call the janitor. Clean up on isle 27, r.i.p to the legends. Shout to Miller, Cobain when I blow like cocaine I just want that gold chain. Smoking on the devil's lettuce like that romaine. Take my wife out to Rome for like 3 days. Tell her it was prepaid. I got hella dreams, I cannot be late. So I'll confiscate you're career, let's play hide and seek. Hope you find the path you seek, Got that drip like a leakey sink. There just ain't no going back, possed by the pen and the pad. Every last synopsis firing like it was they last. Cardiac attack, Yuh Cardiac attack