As I
• Written by WMD
As I spit
My brain’s trained to crack and split
The current game’s not on track for rich
Entertaining with the idea to quit rap and shit
Draining my energy this nightmarish crap is sick
My sights cleared it’s almost time to snap and quit
Temper flared aim at a white wall I smash with fists
Gathering the rage needed to make a masterpiece
Fuck the crass disease of this writer block
I’m gonna try to shock this world with my fighters lock
On this game forever whether I’m right or not
I’ll never give up
I better flip off my foes and weather hip hop
Not a single drip drop of hope for you to lift off
Sooner of later I’ll get everybody pissed off
So, when the world comes crashing through the
Sky in a twirl you’ll be smashing rules that
Were made to latch you to the
Hopelessness of magicless futile
Attempts unless you act to it
With your future don’t let the past do it
And be sure to put your passion to it
As you break that barrier by crashing through it
And decide, what matters in more important
When beside, the shit you called a resortment
Allow no distortments
Disavow doubt of all portions
Go about the bold route fuck the caution
The way I hold this pen
Making sure you know it’s over then
Somehow I’ve grown stronger since
There’s no time to ponder when
I’ll strode a conquerer’s trend
Like the olden days of Mongol’s men
When the conquered land and dominated
Terminated leaving traces
I demand you to say this
To yourself that you can be the same as
Powerful with a tower full
Of power tools motivating you
Through saying the truth
And slaying who
Or what that came in your path
Knock ‘em down insanely with your wrath
Before the game drowns save it for last
Drain in my sounds to make you surpass
The shit that keeps pushing you back
As I go on bustin’ this rap
Come here get crushed ASAP
Time to go fucking the past
Put your trust in this track
Figure a way to muster your madness
And rustle through the sack of
Hate and make it possible to have greatness happening