Dope

Rushy... Rushy... Rush! They scared of Rushy cus the wisdom is too savage, I came from the bottom of the soil I move like a king, thru the green light, but Im still leanin like a bottle I cracked—Sprite gone clear My scheme mean, think twice, I'll draw the stick (draw the line) on ur whole team, wing flight, new thing color but the fiend white Its the nightmare with ur dream wife, givin Freddy lessons got heaven n hell guessin she call me the cavalier (knight), Scored 60 in the game, no practice, jus a phantom jumper Had to go thru life to learn the lesson, that sht was violent n raw This dope u gettin from me, too easy fo u to misuse, u think u easy, but u gettin ready fo the gallows (gallons) No doubt about it, that blouse I make ur spouse come up out it, leave the house n get ready fo the fallout This dope? Its metaphysical, u cant snort this power u take it in the same vein—1 hit, n ur life gets rewritten fo the better or worse, respect it Aint no explainin my rhythm, complex  plan He cant explain how I did him, sayin my name is a given, cant see the pain cus its hidden—its deep like a sinner's repentance Never had love fo the weak, they only see danger in breathin they cant handle the pressure they need to survive I dont see nothin but grief, the trauma puttin pain right over the lens—its a high-definition prison I want nothin but peace, but still I remain chained by the system I always land on my feet—thats jus a pivot, watch me change the position, swivel like a ballerina n if we want u deceased, aint no need to amend the decision—thats collateral, we aint changin our mind They'll find ur frame when they fishin, caught in the net, my writin is insane, its a death sentence written My sht remains a religion, whether u raised as a Christian, a Baptist, or atheist livin Im not a slave to ur fiction Ive seen the Marks of the Beast while walkin the darkest of streets— Cant see the pain cus its hidden, right behind these God's eyes (Look!) Never had love fo the weak links, Im cuttin the chain They only see danger in livin, I see a chamber n a range, sir I dont see nothin but reefer n G's up, its blurry, my vision Always land on my Pumas, Im slick with the pivot n if we want u deleted, thats a hard-drive decision, you're trunk (Delete that!) They'll find ur frame in the river, Im framin the picture, a sick 'ist I am insane with these writtens, its sickness! Rushy... Rushy... Rush!