LIGHT

[HOOK]

I could show em sauce, but I'd rather show em light

I been feeling lost, but that's really not my type

New age holocaust, take your soul outta sight

Give em the right cost then they really take your life

Think they getting off by the way they roll the dice

Feel like the eight ball, I'm outta sight, I pocket mine

Pray on my downfall, but that's just where you cross the line

And you won't ever ball if you just busy wasting time

 

[VERSE]

 

Gimme the smoke,

I'm on the ropes,

I gotta float

Look at the pope,

All that he know,

Pray for the foes

Guard up your soul,

When all of your folk,

Colder than snow

I gotta coast,

Eyes on the road,

Watching me cope

 

Mood swing like a mood ring,

New wings cut a few strings,

Crossed up like a shoe string when the phone ring from a few lames

She taking dick like it's CPR

Most of these rappers are PC hard,

Run out of juice like a leaky car,

That is what happens from weekly starts

 

Mask your intentions,

Stabbing the back of a menace,

Bottle the cap in a minute,

Rippin a scab when you finish,

Pay em da a cash wit a witness,

Cuttin it fast, he get timid,

Blade on the dash where I’m sittin,

Poison the flask ain’t no feelin’,

It is a wrap for the women,

Tipped by the dad of their children,

hitting the gas, drop the ceiling

Cocking it back, he don’t fit in

Haunted by past it be ticking,

Pushed by the mass to go trick it,

Treat on a bad bitch, she flippin

Cold hearted savage, no mittens

Now taking L’s to the kidneys,

think he kidding, till he find you slippin

 

Turning the corner, thinking bout murder, the journey, it’s former,

formally over with mortars,

Comical bombing destruction of the mind soul and the body,

Illuminate 'luminati ,

live in the darkness,

the answer is sparking,

The Pain keep us harbored,

ill end it for me and yourself,

keeping the tomb on the shelf,

With all my mistakes in the shells,

nah fuck it go give em some hell,

but you are bleeding you fell,

 

Nobody told em,

from the top of the totem,

They there to flop when they fold em,

all on his cock till he bloated,

ego been stroked now he folding,

cards on the table he know it,

 

[HOOK]

I could show em sauce, but I'd rather show em light

I been feeling lost, but that's really not my type

New age holocaust, take your soul outta sight

Give em the right cost then they really take your life

Think they getting off by the way they roll the dice

Feel like the eight ball, I'm outta sight, I pocket mine

Pray on my downfall, but that's just where you cross the line

And you won't ever ball if you just busy wasting time