Long Awaited

Yo, long awaited, more messed up than a diabolic patient, the bad forms

Back in the olive maybe, one crack, and I snap, to a false brigade,

Who cares about love, I don’t know that, you are the off the gate,

Nonchalantly dropping bars in a soggy day, finally, we’ve been fighting

In a garbage can, it gets worse, the awful sins, off them, mister

Coffin man, I just been punching all these charlatans, I’m not narcissist.

But pride has been my problem kid, back in the day, I had to think

Master plan, a dapper dan, had to can it, leave a Jackal standing inside

Of a 50 grand, a Cadillac, and the candy paint, it's all grand

But now it’s rust, my thoughts must, they just can’t get dust

They bust, like a gust of wind, I’m a blunt in the hands of a ghost,

The kind that don’t rust, the kind that’s lost in the dust.

 

Yo, I got army knife for these Vietnam fight, I’ve been killing demons,

The hill is decent, being top doesn’t make you king, being Top really

Doesn’t make you Dot, the AK’s gleam is piercing neighbor watches,

My days are honest, a eagles claw, supervision, the game is watching,

I’ve respected rap to the days of Chronic, great sonic,

But I’ve been on it, like a saddle on a horse, a dodge, it’s ironic,

Saw my friend betray me, Elias was the Judas, the stupid fool,

That acted like everything was all ruined, my heart broken piece,

And I don’t know what to do, people assuming, some call me a devil,

Others call me a nuisance, don’t care about words, all I need is my music,

A bass that’ll make your soul quiver, a treble that’ll make you believe,

In the East Coast, where we keep it street, a rhythm that’ll never leave.