lyrical therapy

savor the cream how many jeans and how many scenes will pertain to queens how many jobs nd how many bots will find it diificult to stop the cops how many kills and how many pills one needs to sleep and carry the bills how would you cross when im the boss leave the society for a living cause are we close are we bros do we need us nobody knows hop in the rolls guns get low, shoot at it and here it goes like a breeze through the trees getting the people to beg on their knees they say please i draw the crease shots fired matching the beat keep this repeat cause this is the creed objections here then be ready to bleed we need to grow we need to blow we need the smoke and to steal the show how many times i had froze when i was nearly about this close to the mouth of death and having this said rich got the bed and poor dont have the bread yo! like a syrian i got revenge in my blood like a taliban i have become absurd like an indian i have conqured but the fact of diversity really never occured how many times one could fake the things in his mind and the risks at stake filling the chest with air and pride but people around me just begged and cried with skies glittering with thousand moons goodbye replaced with see you soon and as no man is ever born great its just the society which u truely hate just how this rap doesnt target minors well i devour the brainless just like appetizers haters gonna roam around passing out flyers but they dont know it is me that everyone admires well i guess everything is blocked and theres is no actual place to run thus ill say its just the revolution which i had thought which has already begun yo how many times you will get on the way cause it is not great to do it everyday even on birthdays but hey like a childs play not today if i may go out on tuesdays per se i will just waste time and will do nothing great just sit on the couch and build up hate for mate its 3am and i guess its just late but it is only me who decides my fate turn up the heat give me the the neat thats creed which everyone needs my words like bullets and thats what it feels but your life's closed in parenthesis hopping aside with knife killing zombies truck's loaded up red with bodies syllables sharp and forged to be cocky jabbing you hard with flex like rocky how long shall i go like this in the open fresh steaming bars baked from the oven im a nuisance leading the foodchain got that big brain but still at the fast lane words. infinite but the beats are limited just like millions i cremated i feel already that my time has come wait wait wait shit for you got the beats lacerated death and life both collaborated guess my truths just exagerated remember my testaments that i have stated its over now truely is guess u still dont know who ur dad is