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Til I relapse I’m kicking it back

Tryna relax

I chill on my phone and relay to you facts

I’m on the attack bringing it back to 99 with my raps

I’m the exact compact disc filled with the greatest of tracks

Breaking down the brass tracks

I’m full of compassion

Under constant compression

The cash is in the vault

Not a mansion

It no one’s fault

Skip the cancer

I’m colder than ice cream malts in the winter

I swear I got the answers but I don’t know what you meant yeah

I’m not a dirty dancer but I’m still an adult

Putting on my axe of a cult

I’m not all in

Still got my facts in a bolt of lightning

Exciting me with lyrics I know it smells like teen spirit

Lightning in a bottle I mirror it

The right thing is the hard thing endearing as always but I still graffiti lyrics in the open hallway

Hip hop til I die shrivel and fall away

Appreciate what a martyr gave cuz for starters the all felt some pain

This is real life this shit ain’t anime

Supreme power like Padame

Don’t know anything anyway

I’m more lit than it was years ago in the palisades

I’ll be ill til I die Jesus comes back or Santa fades

I’m popping this my Fanta phase

Still went to an academy

I Ain’t been charged with battery

But I’ll beat the beat with bats and raze

Ain’t losing like the Devil Rays

I’m brewing up to celebrate

Like Putin imma send Him snakes

Terrorists get sentence breaks

Forgiveness up to God he says

To send Him them is up to me

I ain’t one for fuckery

I ain’t one for the mockery a sucker be a scrub but I’m above like Helen Keller be

I’m burning like a calorie til I’m snuffed out and I’m dead as meat

I’m ill as favorite memories

Haters are like centipedes I squish em like my enemies

I’m tough like cotton denim be

Ain’t voting for Hillary

I’m more complex than a millipede

A centimeter to the left and everything would tend to be

collapsed

I’ll pick you up at ten to three

Stacks

What I’m finna cre- ate on my plate

Til I’m dead it’s inescapable

I’m not drab I be flavorful

 

Who do you think you are?

I’m the streak in the sky called a shooting star

I rap like a killer bee in a car

Stinging the fuck out of every bar

Who

Do you think you are?

I’m the streak in the sky called a shooting star

I rap like a killer bee in a car

Stinging the fuck out of every bar

 

Mar me in defeat still God lifts to my feet

I’m the street y’all the lanes

I’m the cheap y’all Johnny Dang

Just make sure you peep the game

Cuz when my names on a list called Forbes I’ll reek the flames

Fire in the whole earth

Creepers are a stain

Keep on being frequently the illest ever made

The tweak that Jesus made, I’m the sheep and He’s the brains

I’m the deepest in this thang called life

Done things so mad with sweat I’m rife

People wanna life well I’ve lived mine

Equal in my sight is Jesus Christ cuz He’s my brother

The Teacher not the stunter

The Preacher not the punter

To each their own I’m peach and He’s the Pumpkin

All in season til I’m done with

I’m the reason He’s the rhyme

Peacing til it’s time

Decency maligned til I’m 83 and dying

I’m a line and He’s a square

Piece of pie up in my lair

Read the Bible like a player not a pawn

The easiness of falling is you fade

The honestness of God is that He played

Did the whole thang in day or seven

I’m the bread he baked unleavened

The stake under tension

The snake of a henchmen is coming to get me but as long as I draw breath I’ll be avenged and

Homies are the life blood

Holding me down

Jesus is the King of Kings so don’t touch that crown