Eh, Nawledge, nigga! Uhu, aye, uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu! LAWD! Aye, aight let's do it. Aye, lets finna go the fuck in. Please pay attention, please. LAWD!
My confidence is low, I am no rap god, rap god.
Do whatever I gotta do, I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard.
I gotta get better and killin' but I keep it real, no fa-cades, fa-cades.
There ain't no competition that murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson.
Now gimme the time, and I be blowing your mind. Yes, I'm another lyricist, I was a cynical child.
You never really notice that my flow is fucking ridiculous. Picking the pitiful, never subliminal, seminal sinners
but I say, I'm a goddamn monster.
Call me necrophiliac, I feel I'm on a level that most of these niggas never really come close to.
I hope you notice me, I spit it focused-ly. This is my passion, devoted, I can't quit.
I came in and conquered by constantly practicing. Passing these peons, they pleading for peace.
I'm a beast and I treat all these beats like a feast. I don't eat with delusion or witty it's so inconsiderate FUCK!
Get it by yourself because nobody want to help, but when I'm reaching for the bell to keep it ringin' like a bell.
But I can tell they wanted something faker, with make-up, I'm making amends for my sins with a hyphen.
I break it like a hymen. When I spit then pay attention not to mention with a caution. I'm living lawless, a nigga heartless, I'm fucking flawless.
I want it all and I bet I finna' get it, I've been living like a suicidal patient. Pacing in my isolation, I can barely even think.
So I've been giving the truth, looking for some peace of mind so can I get it from you, a negative type of do. No, I never had a crew.
My confidence is low, I am no rap god, rap god.
Do whatever I gotta do, I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard.
I gotta get better and killin' but I keep it real, no fa-cades, fa-cades.
There ain't no competition that murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson.
You can hand me the torch, I be carrying that, I fell in love with the pain, I be marrying that.
But if I take it from these niggas, I'm not giving it back. I figured the flow was kinda forming the voice of my own opinion.
Depending if it was given by the nigga that you hear right now, right now.
Got a positive aspect, a lyrical misfit, these motherfuckers hating but the silence convincing.
I'm revving the engine. A little bit of patience, I pray that I have that. I rap fast and tap basses with the backlash. Fag ass, body was stashed inside a knapsack.
Going up and down, my temperament is the NASDAQ, never distract, I'm giving contact.
Impact nigga attack you gotta send back. Bitch, I'm independent but never signing a contract.
Never understood why you motherfuckers would warn that. Better get away from me before I give you a dirt nap.
Hurling, it hurts, and concerning, I'm a surgeon
with words and emergin' to the sentence, I been
livin' at my leisure leaving a (?) Proceed to thesis. I wrote it from the bleachers. I hope they can see this.
Living on the sideline. Feeling like a genius. Tell me why the fuck you want to stop my creativity.
You listen this sound and you hearing something that's brand new
Murdering any instrumental, homie that's a can do. Leave a negative comment, nigga why can' t you
give the same effort as me? This shit is very difficult, it seems effortlessly. How I swerve from verse to pronoun profound slowdown.
Gotta let me catch my breath, time to impress. This is my vocabulary it's from A to Z
and I'm actually accurate. Besting the cool to deter earnest earning. Flow Feeling great, happily I just keep living life like my mind never gets operation
Perpetual question requesting. Secretion tenacity. Usually using very vicous vision worry worship. Xenon yelling yesterday with a zygote, Zulu with a xylophone
Don't you get to study what I do with a pen. And I bet you tripping, take the alphabet and turn it trenetic. I got em' trantic, bow to the spiritual figure like Pop Francis
Take it to the Vatican to sodomize the beat and I bend it over the pew like a pedophilic priest. SHEESH! A descendent of kings. No, I'm a pharaoh, that's part of Egyptian religion.
That ended when Romans began to accept Christianity. I am omnipotent. Call me Osiris, the god of the afterlife. How I transitioned the regeneration that I resurrected.
The message directed is truth for a liar, the way I am robbing. Distinctive attire, a crown on my head with the largest of feathers, I carry a crook and flail. If I fail it's a symbolic tale
A story I'm telling the King of the Living, my life it was written on skulls full of people. You step in my steeple to see sacrifices. I'm licensed to carry my pen like a firearm.
Walk in a crowed building, I yell "fire" And fire the weapon I brought in my trench coat. I'm detouring people away from the exit I shepherd them into nefarious
flurry of Bullets bombarded so pardon my pace. If you cover your face, then you hit in the sternum. Never really giving you a chance with me.
Huh, voulez vous vous 'cher. (?) I'm a Shahu. But manually I shall make a critique. My apostrophes are magnifique
Beseeching the people, I need you attention. I can not progress if I don't have a crowd. I've allowed all these evils inside of my life.
Man I used to be sober, what happened to me. And I used to work harder then what I do now. I don't have self esteem, and I feel insecure. I'm unsure of the person I am, I"m in need of identity.
Fairly sedated, I fade to my former self back in '09 when I knew that I needed help. Very depressed I was so isolated not leaving the house.
I'm not elated, I'd much rather go get a razor blade. No, I don't use it for shaving. I use it for saving myself from the stress and attention I felt cause I thought that it'd help.
I admit that I'm down and am feeling lost. LAWD! My confidence is low I am no rap god rap god
Do whatever the fuck I gotta do I guarantee it isn't that hard that hard. I gotta get better and killin' but I keep it real no fa-cades, fa-cades.
There ain't no competition that murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson
God, tell me why do I feel sick? Cause, son of a bitch, I stare in the mirror and cringe. Shit's getting worse, I need more medication. A mental vacation 'cause I can not take it.
I'm holding my breath 'til I'm no longer breathing or seeing. I'm down to the ground and they call paramedics. No need for an ambulance, I have departed.
They leaving the cots, I am finally free from the demons I have. Or man, should I say had? 'Cause now they in the past.
And I can't reminisce I'm remiss, I insist that I used to feel bliss. Fuck that! Trippin' on a motherfucker, bet I do it never knew it.
I'm moving and grooving, you losing it's no illusion. Refusing to fucking work and I'm hurting to find a purpose. Concerned but never stopping, evading your positivity. The nepotism of a lyricist, my negativity is definitely innovative.
I take it and make it mine. I redefine the line. I got a sword inside Camelot, I'm striking by the underside. I said I never tell a lie. I put my fucking hand up on the Bible, let me testify.
I rectify the situation. Amazed and I'm taking my time when I kill this. Praying you feel this. Everything is factual I'm only spitting real shit. Why won't you leave me alone?
"Homie you're dope. I really fuck with your flow. Man, if we got on a record and did it together I'm sure that that shit 'finna blow"
You niggas are hoes. And personally I'm composed. I practice and practiced some more. These kids are a joke. They never studied the craft. Attempts that they giving are
half 'a the ass of of women that they procrastinated with. I'm obsessive. This my confessional shit. Like father won't you forgive me for all of my sins.
And I'm playing some EPMD. But the sermons I'm serving, I guess you can thank every Sermon and Parrish for opening all of the doors.
Mr. Mojo is Rising, that;s off the LA Women album. I am still bumpin'. So please do you research, and both those references coming from different genres.
I am astute in my ears, I'm a student of this. With the way I studied for years. I don't have any peers. I appear and I'm peakin' inside of the minds of the mentally struggling.
Far from enlightened. Decided to slice of the piece of the pie. No man, I want a dozen. Refused to attribute to making you dumber. I don't have no melodies.
This ain't melodic. I'm honest to say that I wish you abolish these artists that started embellishing fallacies. Feeling like I should forgo to be militant.
Missing the messages of Makaveli. DAMN! Guess you motherfuckers never really understood that I've been working at a pace. I know I need to take a break.
These niggas say I got an issue with the talent I was given. But I do it with a passion, and nobody surpassing. You think you fucking with Knawledge, but really I am laughing.
Take a little time fro yourself, I know you gassed up. And I will be leaving you gasping for air. YEAH, GOD DAMN, NIGGA, WOO!
That's it. Rap god. That's it! I'm not a Rap God, this isn't better than Em's version, I'm aware of that. Still kind of cool though.
Uh, if you didn't like this, do me a favor and find a duck dick... and suck that duck dick