Through The Lens (Single)

Tewsly reportin' live, I ain't done tunnin' in live

I realize, I survive, I strive for success, Strides

Is idealize, five guys ain't goin' to stop me, ride or die

I don't work at five guys, Revival ain't goin' to top me,

Try to stop me from goin' viral, I dial the right hand on the bible

Final cycle of flippin' through my recital as I read through the lenses, (SNAP!)

People really think if you rap with big words,

Then it automatically makes you a rapping wizard,

You wanna battle? We can go all out into a war,

Without all the trenches or any type of fort,

I'll cut you open, like I'm doing operations;

Extract your mind so I can put it in proper placement,

Cuz your mindset's on a coaster, on a rocking table,

No balancing enabled, you're very unstable,

Cuz it's either this hits with you or get hit with this,

Reminisce my past and then make friends with it

We battle cockalorums on a daily, spin it

Around, cock a bunch of drums and let it rock back

These rounds y’all twattle up n’ down, knock

A nigga out but leave his brain like the last brain cell

Beat a brabble brainless, but if he feels sickle don’t bother with a nickel

Rabble bitches nevertheless, he’s bitchless who isn’t present

But the women don’t got a ring present, he treat his man’s like a peasant

So his pee sent a pea simp to blink a crapulous list saint sayin’ he ain’t ableist

If I breakdown, I just shock up my car cables,

Sow up an Earthquake crack and suck up the tornadoes,

Started reading the Bible as I was frying in Hell,

Drank some acid and my stomach digested itself,

Knees feel weak and I don't know how much more weight I can hold,

It's my final chapter but there's still more pages to go,

I'll make light kick your ass, and you'll just fear dark,

Eyes are windows to soul, can't see my clear thoughts,

Make vaccines get diseases, cuz I'm so sickened now,

I have so much power, but I'm never tripping out,

Got a narrow-mind, now get your head on straight,

Got my eyes and mouth, at least there's still something to face;

This month, mornin’ hand slappin’ like wood, so ten bands

Suspend his car support, laptop throwin’ like broken monitors fans

Nigga high sly but them tew gotta apply reality, narrow mind

Ends in gutter, which way to go, oh tew gettin’ pissed,

Nah I ain’t on your head but I’m a-HEAD lap to bliss

Bless-fully, the skill, it’s over easy, an egg fried

So let’s pop a pill, will it spill it n’ kill it, or nut Meg it, bread

Crumbs crack n’ crumble, cheese bitch (snap!) this

Seems like a diss to spit fist full of hate towards you

But I’m awarded myself with a man of the year so closer to fame

I'm grabbing magnums as my handguns,

Leaving you breathless as all the ones with asthma,

Got more tools than a Minecraft inventory,

Time to close your book bitch, end of story;

Benefits to blow, out n’ about movin to cook like a book

For took his best friend, and now his best friend a fan of looks

Look at the work I cocked, for the rest of y’all, I’m the goat

The best battle rapper to put pen n’ pad on this rap sheet

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