Slippin', beneath the waves blaze where the devil stays
right in the palace with a chalice.
Plagued on the public like I’m malice
rubbed down in disease and destructive music talent.
If you step, boy come get the talons
I’m a monster on the mountain, you think you slaying?
boy you wildin.
Spit hotter than the summer sun, simmer son
we talking bout rappers, yea I’m the sickest one.
Grosser than a nigga smashing nasty buns
of a ratty chick on some thotty shit with everyone.
Everyone, seems to got a problem when you own the gun
That shoots through the ceiling most niggas keep going on about.
Or maybe my heads in the clouds, lost in the sounds of the world
cause chaos can be the loudest
drum banged by the players who own all the pieces in the game
to pay the richest and create the slums. It’s like
this planet’s just cancerous, all you can do is sit back
with a bag of cannabis.
Can’t this shit change if we all put a hand in it
and try to make a difference I guess people can’t manage it
Pray that the world change
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