break a muthafucka, break him like i’m making change, an esoteric, holy brother, call me St. Germain i test your merit, like a father drop you deep in waves, and see if you can save yourself, i’m a sea of hate, diss you plain, walk away and rip away your cane, christened wayne? you bitches listen, I’m the sickest thing, to ever walk the earth, i’m some afflicted strain, i met a lot of worthy sons of bitches left em laying, I left em in the lane, center paint, walk it off, i cross the median, expediate your talk with god, to mediate the touch, well my abuse is strange I cleave your fingers off and tell him that you outta range sentimental, bound and gagged, liquid metal, doused in chains, heavy how the crown is placed, this wicked devil’s frowning face will rip your vessels out like lace, stick it down your mouth, you taste the viciousness in every way, a little heaven, out the gate i was one with the madness, I fucking died when I got involved but I lived for the tragic I come alive if I come at all you saw me sitting, omniscient, I walked under the road, tsunami hitting, I caused it, I got concern for most, i possibly am toast, I constantly am ghost, I’m hard to be, I pardon me, I’m partial to the host all the breath to my children I think I need to jet i think I left, I seem a bit unwell, i’m weak as heck, plead respect, as I die awake and feel i’m next, sea me wreck, DMX how i seem to flex i got real good with rap shit I got rabbits in hats bitch i got tasked with that magic I gotta matter of fact him, I gotta pattern the magnum I offer rapping like napkins, i softly clean off the ass and when I scoff at the asking I nod an see what is next, yeah, i’m bobbin a head, like i am winding the neck, and tie it up with some thread, I was one with the madness, I raised the fucking temp, cuz all the mercury, I had (hat) it to the fucking head I run around I’m a hatter, i put my fat on the platter, like i was planning the pattern, the plaid is utterly shit i run a bit around the truth now…I must admit, I’m complicit, i brung the chew down, like who done frowned, this is too renowned, you implying i aint trying, shit, i’m new in town

Yeah, I aint waiting for a conflict, I spent half my life in the constant degrading, it’s honesty, maybe but all the berating, belittling and hating it is hard on my conscience, find me unconscious in piles of vomit, and I’m like a comet, a tale cold as ice, I am frail, but I’m nice, I like frightening mics, but inside of me spiteful, cuz the virus arrived and the time yo my album went live you were trying to fight and I was kinda all in a spiral, private in peril, pried my eyes open, behold a barrell, wise keys whisk the pharoah to private meetings with a careful opining on heirs and the timing is there to unwind every pair of the DNA, it’s very entitled i can bitch and moan, but shit i wanna get it back, get that feeling up in me like i was running track, the all natural, haven’t had an ounce of that, since I was other cat, and now i’m numb and fat i was a younger one, i never felt i’m dumb, and now i got this one assaulting like the summer sun, if i am still the man i think i was, i woulda run, i mean i shoulda run, i think my hammy’s done, i think my mammy wasn’t ready for me when I come, I seem too cumbersome, I see my number’s done I see “I” be used like 9 times 5 times, I like I, my god, my rhyme’s tight, bitch focus on progress, you let it slip when you tripped on the margins, sick of my shit, but a bit of the lip wouldn’t harden, a kiss from the miss is a bargain this the one where i walk to the edge this the one where I drop shit, yeah listen up, I’m a talk quick, i was born in the mosh pit, this the one where i stop at the ledge this the one where i got sick, yeah listen up, i am not him i wasn’t born for the mosh pit everything i ever wanted was attainable, aint a bold goal i ever had, but what’s debatable is if i ever showed enough gruff to make it all adding up, cuz my focus was corrupt, i wasn’t trainable, you couldn’t train this bull, you couldn’t aim at me with spears and not enrage me though, and if you hit between the shoulders all you kill is 20 years of fucking monkeys, come and take ahold, the horns i’ve grown are unmistakable, i like to make it known, that i’m a fake, but yo my basic kinda take is that I’m prone to take the ace in hole and take a stroll and lay that shit in places where I maybe wouldn’t hate, but mostly let the birdie meet his fate, listen all of y’all, i’m a sabotage, get the law involved, call the fucking cops, tryna rat me out, shit, that’s some clown, we were kids at the time, but my god, gotta bounce

yeah, motherfucker I aint even hip to that, i aint a femur, believe me I walk a different path, and that’s a bitter man, if I can, simmer that, in this rap, shit in fact, kid is doper if he had, rickets or a bad lisp or he had a missing dad, but still they know my madness, so i’m feeling into that i’m leaning into that, tell this bitch i hit my dad, sell a lift of missiles, MAD, celibate, my issues, sad eloquence, i miss you bad, pelaton or hella fat, hello mom, holla back, dad is in a coma, sat around and got the form, l was sittin round the corner sitting on the dock of the bay like a loner, when the crisis over, hit up Judas, ask him where the prefect, I gotta get my silver, but I’m all out of the pretext i want to harmonize, recant and respect, but we can’t even synchronize, we been outta step i see no reason i should plead or even reflect, if the season hasn’t come, let’s just leave the fall and reset be above it all, been a better 20 years then how it started out, i guess it’s just a penny for my tears ready for the beers, open letter to my innocence, wasn’t always great, but are my feelings all ridiculous was it ubiquitous, or just a synthesis of my emotions or did I just revel in the dissonance born as a boy who was scorned, I was broken and torn, i was left in the ashes, stoking the flames, i was cold till my soul took ahold of the reigns of the horse men apocalypse is gonna bring born broken and torn, stoking the flames, holding the reigns, of the horse men apocalypse is gonna bring muthafucka put his hands in the sky, asking him why, should he even be alive, riding the high, the semi guy should abide and help him realign, he is fine, side is kinda bruised, but it will heal in time, gotta couple scrapes, gotta call the boss in case, outta call the misses, on another mission, this is where it stops and if you bear the top, care to scare em all, let the belly shine, as he slides, uncomparable

Everytime I see this muthafucka actin up i wanna come after him, run a javelin up in his guts you’re everything that anybody didn’t want around and ecstasy is what I want to be so fella hit the pound, you acting like a puppy, lucky if what I have found, is actually bashfully nerdy kids, i know i been the clown. I been the analyst, I manifest the menace now. a penance, mess around, wrestle this from best in house, i’m flexin now, i’m making sentence like i scared the dog, of cypress, listen, how this metaphor was written long, it’s running on, it’s rolling down the hill, catching steam, it makes me sweat like when the condensate, a brick of cream better fall back, you know I run y’all, if shit mattered, I’d git after it and fuck em all i been involved man, i fucking i love y’all, i fuck with addicts and all this madness about to fall where ya homies, round em up, the baddest fuck, like ass to nuts, if cracks were back to front, the spackles done, ya shackles won, last to kick i stand in front, a passive one to asses, haunch, the cast is staunch, ya had to run, and having nothing, out to lunch i devour craft, my service out the map, you coward bastards last like power smash them hands, in flower asses, act like you the man, I had to laugh, the knuckles trash like aftermath, and that’s a fact, a stab at crass, I’m cody maxed yeah, we shat in cans in keth’s apartment, rude, looking back eye can see, that shit aint keith, it wasn’t kool had no rules, smoking cigs, getting dicks inside them lips, inside a tub, inside a closet, anywhere, we all up on it you ever done some shit, won’t admit it and let it ride, take it to your grave and no remorse until the day you die, stay in line, take your time, eventually it fades away, is not what I will teach my son, but damn it if it aint the play, i aint a moralist, a moron nor a source of limp conformist shit, of course the mores I focus with are more legit, but for the pragmatist, I score some hits, more than your convinced, your north is torn to bits, your moral compass don’t exist

see you walking round like a neck broken cyclops the juke i put upon you mighta wrecked both ya high tops step into my thoughts, Michael Jackson psy ops, watching you from every corner, every morning, eye drops every border, pried off, sensimilia, tried pot, eventually the fence is to sensible so I light off, meth is offensive though for the methods i get high on, tried it twice and elementary vices gotta die off, all the terrified thoughts, buried five shots, i wear the mass hysteria like victims wear the pine box all encompassing, solemnly lay em in the dirt, I body motherfuckers, so much gravity you stay inert i got no scabs, i got no pistol in the back, wanna see the female wrestlers fisting for the tag, wanna breed the genesis with a sony and a mac, i want the penmanship to reminisce like Kerose was the dad, all you kids is-dead we alright you all- suspect all you kids is ass-blasted and plasted ya brain never leave home without my- uncut rhymes all you kids is ass backwards all you kids is - suspect baddest man out the bunch-unchained all you kids is ass-blasted and plastered ya brain baddest man out the bunch-unchained blasted and plastered ya brain on the mattress all you kids is suspect, we all right you all hype all you kids is dead all you kids is suspect all you kids is dead I barely hear god where my brothers at? lunge at your lungs like a 25 tobacco pack whacko close to wavo like a leader where they found me at they found a fucking psycho outta tejas where a clown is at we the faygo in ya fanny pack the taste of all ya frowny cats ya hiding yer identity and tell me you a trophy act stokey stoney asses wish in you were half as honest otis broke ya holey ass you wish i coulda hold it back a souldja that’ll troll a goat and hold his fucking soldiers back i throw a rock inside my fist yer molars took the blow in back throat is swollen black over capacity with blood no duckets back i’m holding holey ash and all the cash the middle of the middle coastal pope is back smokin stacks the lungs are golden rolling smoke to show you that i really been ordained to be insane upon a global path and now the cult is on the stage and in a state of innovation deviate an indication of deranged emcee immittaion isn’t paid so im giving divinity and making you get yourself engaged back in the fold, like fat in a roll, track is actually badder and i’m a bastard but last of the bold he passed it to fasten the mold, and that’s a ladder, though don’t raise it up to the attic, that’s some old ass shit from the lower class i gave mine better habits ya assholes are rabid, i never asked for forgiveness, i’d never wish upon a star, i’d rather piss on your remnants, you think the attitude is bad, that’s my whole adolescence i mask it too and have a brew or two when I’m tensive my sentiments to the cook, i’m tentative when i hook i’m elevated when I push play and things are afoot i don’t play i came a minute short and a penny breath, pretty fresh, with all that iron in them panties yes, i shoulda used more, I used to abuse a newport like japanese in duece war, i crap on a capatalistic animal, like a food court late stage and asking for more, cancer and off to the morgue passing the buck and the torch so when I move on, i wanna bring the populace the entire fucking world will have to drop a shit, forcing mustard, catch em dead like condom mits backed up in the consciuosness, heads up the apocalypse

yeah I rise like the Burj, out the sand with two rocks I emerge, pound them hands, astounding proverbs, you get an ounce of flesh i get a crown of dirt, yeah, I raise em high, from the head, with a faded eye, it’s amazing how I came to claim and I maintained all my fixation on the chains and pain, would I stop if you showed up with two cents and motive, my thoughts are focused, on top like POTUS, so stop the old shit you tryna infiltrate my opus, you ingrates all owe us, you gonnna bake the cake mufucka, you disgraceful rodents, and save the tropes cuz the racist knows all the ways to show us all the fucking hate he’s holding, so get the fuck back, hands to the wall, ass pucker up, batter up, make em sprawl, gotta dump all the bodies in the swamp, edible, edifice gonna tumble, sentiments to the fall feel the weight of the whole earth calm that down i got patience that won’t work (adlib) feel the weight of the whole earth lain on my back like an old shirt dust on my shoulders, shrug, roll em over crack my neck and get the loafers, cuz it’s all gray hairs now, stair down the barrel, I’m aware how the bare sou nd of airing out my cares bound to scare my heirs but i’m around when the shit’s down I got way too much grit, I got laces so tight that my tongue ripped, pump shit from the junction from which the function of my running gets a lift, the cufflinks are off walk loose like a loon, talk truth, i done shot ya gooses to the moon, lawd me, like bobby, god speak and prophecy, asleep like zombie, creep astrologically in the year two thou, been split down the mouth, forked tongue, let em out, whole life been a clown, like sam i’m the man with the pal helping me but the voices are all out of sync i can see how this all went, i shoulda known when it started, i shoulda read the signs, been at a mind to bend and try to reckon if i ever hearted, but that’s all under bridge, all up in the fridge with the millers and mixers, general elixers, telling me this is the time, it is mine, gotta grab it and reach for the line,