Trigger Discipline [5.5]

[Verse 1] Yeah Slip in the city, I’m sick with it, syllable killer, I kick in the door Click in the digit, I’m flippin’ the script while I’m grippin’ a grudge and I’m itchin’ for more Prick in the pit of my spirit, I spin it and spit it, I’m splitting your core Twistin’ your wig in an instant, I’m wicked, admit it, you brittle, you bored Pivot and pivot, I’m pinning you, pinhole vision on profit and pain Prayers in the drain, I’m deranged with a page and a razor engraved in my brain Chain on my neck, it’s a weight and a weapon, I’m flexing the strain Step in my lane and I’m pressin’ your chest through the deck, now you stay in the grain I’m that glitch in the matrix, a sadist with cadence, I’m sprayin’ the phrases in phases Laser-engraving my name on your playlist, I’m raging, I’m breaking the cages All of these haters are waiting for faders to fade me, I’m raising the wages Take what I’m owed, I’m evading the cases, I’m jaded but chasing the stages Word surgeon, I’m slurring the sermon, I’m burning the burden you carry in vain Curdled nerves, I’m a curse in the verses, I’m merging the murder with fame Circle is small as a dot on the scope, that’s a focus on aim You’re all cap in the captions, I’m cracking your cap for a fraction of change Talk slick, get your jaw split, raw shit, claws in the concrete Dog with a sawed tongue, talk cheap, I carve beef, arms reach long, sweep Heart cold like a bar fridge in a morgue wing, more ink for the war scenes I’m the storm in your short stream, morphine with a dark dream [Chorus] I got that trigger discipline, finger itchin’, think you innocent? (fuck outta here) Every little whisper get you missin’, they’ll be diggin’ where the river went Bass make your liver shift, wicked with the venom, I deliver it Bitch, I really live in it I got that trigger discipline, finger itchin’, think you innocent? (say somethin’) Every little whisper get you missin’, they’ll be diggin’ where the river went Bass make your liver shift, wicked with the venom, I deliver it Bitch, I really live in it (live in it) [Verse 2] I’m in a mood, I’mma mutilate music, a lunatic using the booth as a tomb You in a room with a rumor, I’m rumored to ruin you soon with a plume full of doom Syllable sicko, I’m sizzlin’ synapses, snapping ’em, slappin’ ’em back outta tune Factual savage, I’m ravaging averages, packin’ a catalog stacked to the moon Autopsy on your sloppy posse, I’m godly, oddly cocky, off the oxy Mind frosty, time costly, grind got me on a crime watch list, try stop me High voltage, I’m a live socket, I dive toxic in your iPod list Eyes hollow, I don’t like solace, I write solace in a knife polish Cut deep, let the cut speak, blood leak on the front seat Gun grease on my cufflinks, one wink, you sunk, geek Tongue freak with a drumbeat, numb teeth, I punch heat Sunseeker in the gun reaper, run deeper than a trunk freak I’m that venom in your melanin, malevolent, I’m meddlin’ in medicine A veteran with better rhetoric than presidents, I’m evidence of everything you’ll never win I set a record every second that I’m breathin’, every letter is a weapon when I’m stepping in I’m threading every sentence like a bayonet, I’m severing your skeleton from sentiment Who gon’ check me? You? (You ain’t gonna do shit motherfucker) [extremely heavy half time dubstep breakdown] [gutteral screaming and laughing] [half time beat again and then fade out]