Frivolous Spit

Head up hitting my cranium against the painted sky

Fed up with habitual lies and foolish pride

Tainted by the titanium of an Iranian mind

Felt offense upon those who said I couldn’t fill a stadium

Now I’m all in, my heartbeat still ballin, mind of an alien

Blowing up like simplistic uranium, continuing to alienate with my rhythm

Falling out of grace, I look into my mirror and stand face to face

Maybe my mind is all in another place

Tumbling from the tomb which they want me to lay in so I don’t maintain my pace

Pressures of writing down bars are always in a constant race

I pray to God, the light of Him strikes a hot beam

Justice for the righteous the true followers of Elohim

Taking back the promised land, all of this a dream

Crusades and the Philistines I carry my morals through biblical times

Departing from the commands I live a life under conspicuous crimes

Divine way of mercy, money and the unkind

Battling with sharks and narcs so they don’t diss on my down time

Remembering my soul and revitalizing, idolizing my prophets

Until I realized they were all false

I’m on church steps the Lord can you make me a profit

If not that I’ll go and state the obvious

And I’ll know your with me if I turn I do the opposite

Fighting my demons who make my world stop

In my ear telling me to drive off the cliff doing 150 in the cockpit

 

The money, fortune, prayers and love

All things from earth came from the heavens above

I must talk about that and find my was back

Or Satan will charge to me with his Hell cats

Verified sinner, faith is what I lack

If I could restore all back I’ll take all of that

For now I bleed on my paper which has blood splats

Tell me lord when did I deserve that

My heart poured out on jazzy productions

Constantly facing repercussions that manifest my discussions

If i wasn’t a brother of my brother will I still be filling my Gods constructions?

If I was to die today will I be at the bottom of the bucket?

That’s what’s circulating around my life it’s not just “Fuck It”

My faith separated me from the ones around me and my grave God was restored

But I keep feeling that I need to do my Lords chores

Kicking myself behind scenes and doors

Lord imma love everyone until they don’t feel hurt no more

And after that I don’t expect an award

My life was a reward brought from the Lord

I don’t want the sin the devil tries to turn me into anymore

I wanna be healed like John and be more

 

Worthy of constant rapping and flowing

If I could show you my future I’d paint a picture of where it’ll end up going

Reaping what I sewed for a moment where Gods name is what their mouths be throwing

Getting chipped by a adolescent with a mind of a vet

I’m so sorry Lord I couldn’t win you another set

Chance of me getting what I want gonna get slimmer as my feelings become stronger I guess

Fresh out the press, fresh prince and the princess

Emotional energy converted into traumatic distress

Idolizing the world when it put I wound in my chest

Staff sharp like a blade made in a Japan

Yelling out sell the Yam, I don’t give a damn

I’m not proud of my man’s and I can’t stand

Flee to Galilee and watch enemies bleed

Concrete written stones on top of an assassins creed

Revolution status that’s symbolic for weed

Losing recipes and receipts that you throw into the streets

Objectifying the law putting it into a facade

Calls from your Gods but they don’t respond to your calls

Mine was always present and he made the law

Next time you better come in my house with a Mac and a saw

Or you’ll see the reapers wrath right out if your garage

 

Protected by the youth but the youth is corrupted

How you gonna ask for the truth and all you get is fake assumptions?

How you gonna lie but a man doesn’t know if he telling the truth within his own eyes?

How you gonna tell the story without making yourself sound like a lie?

Bout to spazz out on this verse, you ain’t gonna get pacified

I’m sanctified

Crazy how the world decided to divide the cultures

Was it a way for the people to react to the government acting like vultures

I’m eating up these beats like a fast food line at Culvers

Decking my house full of decor I finally aimed but took a detour

My brotha, my family and friends fiening for more

I told him you gotta wait to see the allure

I told them I lowkey don’t wanna write anymore

They said don’t stop cuz in 10 years it’s gonna hurt you to your core

Three days until my album drops

2 days til the timer stops

1 day til the hour mark hits and my voice gonna scare flocks

The day comes and we spin a block

Not with guns, prolly with hyperboles

They ain’t no what it means so we gotta maintain our distance virtually

Going behind the screen and hiding from the crowd cuz they keep on cursing me

 

Redemption as a sinner, maybe the gates with open for me?

Venting my anger from my family got me tied up I’m starting to surpass Keem

That’s my dream

I crash cream

I make the celly and I act like I can’t stomach the league

You praying for kisses, he praying for hugs we all forgot the real shit that they done

May 5th and I’m gonna show what the reaper done

Fear me or fear some

Back on both sides but I ain’t never take no L

Funny how they thought I was gonna fall off but they ended up ringing Hells bells

 

How a coward bitch gonna consider him self top 5

Mid after mid, he leading his to crip walk by

Rectify the idols, put them in a wash cycle

By the time the Lord comes they gonna be hopping of their bicycles

It’s survival, I got a red dot from a sniper laced on your for head

If you ever diss me just know I ain’t gonna forget

Writing down in my pad until I lose all my cents

Calculate the averages to savages ratio it looking in uneven percents

Confusing yourself with men and women, just learn to smell your own scents

Replace my pride with a hint of lust and lies

Watch him die before the cross and see him in hell deep in a car ride

Feeling the pressures of a compressing machine

Did you ever stop and think if Pac had death follow him in his dreams

Have you ever paid attention to the reaper and how he can see your needs

Even your loved ones could sit back and watch you bleed

Sign of the Times gonna make me wanna leave

Time for the greatest rapper to to spoil what he’s been tasting

Calling out for help, I’ll tell you my revelations

Ending up dead but would the feds care?

Nah so they dig up more dead bodies under their operations

Another cold case getting closer by those who chased the evidence of the wrong person

Seeing visions of God gonna make the media begin cursing

Hearing his voice is gonna make the false prophets resurface

The confetti of the after party, does it really serve a purpose

My rap elevating on electric breathinators maybe when you understand that you’ll be in my service

 

Viscous lyrical voice and precious miracles causing noise

Good night haters, gonna see you later

Got precision of a henchman watching out for who they not tryna be missin

My name was mentioned?

How many times do I have to say my fate comes with a pension

And that your fate will fall short of God's decision

Playing possum passing by politics

Perhaps my pen has penetrated their consciousness

Picking off one by one I killed all their confidence

Riding with a stick that I pulled of the mixtape

Grumbling would getting mixed with the bape

Constant arguing flows and glows over the people who forgot how to concentrate

Uh what