pop the top off what y’all aint honestly get done,
if y’all was confident y’all could probably press on
competition is opposition and then some,
the politicians aint showin up when the rent comes


competition is opposition and then some,
the pot you piss in is often loss of an income,
the cost of fixing it, monster digits, the bills come,
it’s obsfuscated, and complicated for real son,
a minute more they come at your door now you victim
and they sitting with your babies while they try to march you off to prison, the tyrant starts to get in, kicking, orthodox of bitches, what the politburo do, but this is capitalistic,

the catalyst, the half analystic animal back at the polls, madder than ever, back in the hole unless he got some clapback, actin appauled,

backin a Paul? that wasn’t wrong, but that motherfucker, packing a thong, he is a bitch, and he is the recent hypocrite to preach on,

but he be married to the time of day,
in the morning a dog and still
behind when the night has came

that shit is isaac hayes
finding trey a line of hate
i’m no apologist, yo, i bare all my faults at face




yo, the government is trying to kill me now, the cover up was mental, all incriminating will be found,
my thoughts are well renowned,
impactful, still as sound
that’s why i’m still around, instill the syllable with Crown,
i ruin aquifers with malt liquor spilt on the ground
if we distill it down, the silt will kill the town,
i’ll lick the dirt and bless the earth another cryptic mound,
the mother of a grifter ripping through the birth canal
the fist eclipse the moonlight reaching like in search of Bael
and if you bid him well, his gift is curse you still
and if you kiss his mouth, the sickness will invert your health,
if you rebel you’ll never make it like some worthless elves,
the grip it has on you is written like a perfect spell,
as if the cursive from a wordsmith is the sermon dealt,
and every purpose ever held is sure to hurt like hell,
so the burden is learning, you weren’t too pure yourself


y’all can fucking eat me, call a bitch a different species, but in gist, cuz it pleases me to get you all upheaving, suck my dick, you could easilly appease me with the tying of your neck, off a 3 leg stool, unsturdy, as i see you jump to death,

your shit go disconnect, you twist and split your intellect,
for syncophants who take the easy way out, acting like a snitch, slit your wrist, quit your business, quit your kids, give your life a little kick, dig your grave before you biff,

or you could be the one orbiting over kingdom come, a poorly worded edict defeated by our delirium,
fees are still to come, pills to munch, keep it humming,
realest mutha fucka hasn’t bust, he’s on the eve of coming,

i keep on waiting for the fire melt this fucking cage,
i kick them tires, saying this time it will be my day,
my patience tires, i’m ice inside a heated cave,
i’m trying to mind this crisis by the time it seeps away