Lyrics
You can give me 1000 mics, i'll still rip em,
with a 1000 rhymes, spit with pure venom,
a parasitical symbiote, i suck life from the mic,
the reason it exists is to provide for mine,
tryna spread peace in my rhymes, spread peace of mind,
i do that by gving you a peace of mine,
it's simply divine...i could touch the sky,
still i'm just tryna, pass the time,
don't wanna be another yout', doin stupidness,
long time i realised, i been truly blessed,
with courage and intelligence, even my anger,
dont give em oppurtunity, to throw me in handcuffs,
yeah i vex quick, but dont refer to the bucky,
compare my life to others, i been lucky,
i been through 16 revolutions around the sun,
so i know one day a revolution will come,
so hot they'll think they're in the star itself,
so hot the government will surely melt,
pure pressure from the people, eradicating all evil,
we dont give a fuck, if it's legal,
most of their laws just repress us,
let beastman chase, beat and arrest us,
still have audacity, to lecture us,
well an angers rising, and its venomous,
i let my thoughs jump, into your head top,
its like par cor, the way they wont stop,
unrestrained and free, assaultin your mind,
even hustlers hear them, while on the grind,
my lines stay rotatin in your brain,
like pressin rewind, yo i spit them flames,
that you cant take in vain, yo i bring the pain,
like wu tang, tell me, can you do the same
