Lyrics
now Im all about no nonsense, holdin down this conferance//
lack of ability aint got shit to do with confidence//
find your identity, not just another face in the crowd//
tryin to make a buck, tyin to make my mama proud//
with careful preparation just step up, man handle the situation//
the separation of this hip hop nation//
shakin these addictionz, facing my convictions//
got me takin off the list like section 8 evictions//
rents due, pack up nothin but the shirt on my back//
I may be leavin with nothin but my faith's still intact//
afflictions of a sickend mind, willin to persavere//
arsenal fully equipt,draped in combat gear//
meanin Im a fighter, caged animal, Mic canibal//
popin lyrical cannon balls, breakin mandibles//
you couldnt get a handle even if you was luggage//
throwin punches,considered unstable cuz Im known to hold grudgez//
stirrin up shit, nasty like a tipped over outhouse//
leave this game drenched in shit so shut your mouth//
broke like glass, unrestricted, incompitent..labeled lowerclass//
free in my mind, maybe this poverty will pass//
but while I make due time, assualtin microphones//
some get caught up chasin bitchez home,tracin chromozones//
conception of my pen to tha pad, delivered a verse,
happy to disperse,order my herst,spontanious combustional burst//
consumption of my tutorial is invitin, but dividing//
if you sleepin ya sleepin,but if ya feel it, its quite reviving//
no confiding, held secrets causin colliding images//
like a 90 pound weakling runnin NFL scrimmages//
get took out, broken body pieces, savage aftermath//
you in route to them coordinates...you chose tha wrong path//
cauzin a bloodbath with my abstract social perverse speach//
yall dont say shit unless ya practice what ya preach//
any adversaries wanna test find your obituary written//
even when I was in prison,in the lowest standards of livin//
commitin sins daily, nightly beggin to be forgiven//
I didnt choose this life, just the route I was given//
meanin Im a fighter, caged animal, Mic canibal//
popin lyrical cannon balls, breakin mandibles//
you couldnt get a handle even if you was luggage//
throwin punches,considered unstable cuz Im known to hold grudgez//
stirrin up shit, nasty like a tipped over outhouse//
leave this game drenched in shit so shut your mouth//
broke like glass, unrestricted, incompitent..labeled lowerclass//
free in my mind, maybe this poverty will pass//
Now I dont think you understand,how unstable I am//
knock tha shit out a grown man, with these two hands//
The most inconventional, controvercial, respectable//
never correctable, irresistable..stay in motion, flowin perpetual//
been thru tha valley of death, came up for one last breath//
an assassin, lyrical Highlander, nearly the last one left//
realistically sayin like Radio Shack, tha radios wack//
4 track attakin Im gritty fuck your studio track//
emancipation of my mind, able to speak so freely//
sweepin up these tweeks & freaks poor thoughts indiscreetly//
premature ejaculation, countin eggs before they hatch//
no fish too big to fry, none too big too catch//
scene drastic, I represent that broken life, spoken lie,
Im chokin your wife, tokin that pipe, open your mind,
feelin confined, stop and rewind, take some time,
get re alined, find a new design, , everythang'll be fine,this times mine............
