(felt that in a minute I should put down the mic and just burst in a cannon ball of editing lies) Ive shown my face to others and shown my music too. Shown everything that I want to do I got appraised and got given glory just to show me that pride is Gorey and censors me it blinds me and disfigures me, im starting to think of it as a passion corrupted in the eyes of the one disrupted, now how about this for the past 2 weeks I have a Wishlist and a hit list, how about I name a few off of this fucking fisting factor wishing this was bitter but it already is. we take apart the surrounding factor see that your album has been dramatic listing things of detrimental actors acting like you aint the bad man. (x2) I wished for resonance but since this has never happened I shown it upon a hit list as a disturbing track record, I track the pain as it goes in me study it throughout now you label me insane? just cause im using my brain to pick it up analyze it then fix it now? stick to your medium age job the shit ive done and gone through has you encumbered by the way im enlarging my vocabulary in a amazing aspect the shit comes naturally to me like technology to Aztec (get a fact check) you didnt want to take a risk and now you living low life, I aint trying to say that you dont necessarily need to but if you not striving to be better then who do you think you will end up like bro? Its a threatening word when I word a verb to herd my people back to me they heard my music in the last and thought its shit, the give me better protocols then bosses could ever.. as one crowd gives me rejuvenation and the other is keeping me stagnant... we take apart the surrounding factor see that your album has been dramatic listing things of detrimental actors acting like you aint the bad man. (x2)
