BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Is you ready
- Pain anguishing my mental, Can't focus, Can barely can use a pencil
- No good thoughts in my central, Animosity amplified by a several
- Think I might go feral, Looking at my peril, Am I gonna rise
- Do I get a prize, Am I ever gonna see Christ, Or will I die
- Never knowing what comes next, So I better stay ready
- For anything that I have sensed, I'm on point, Never in zen
- Don't wanna go to the pen, Cause some people never come out again
- Thinking about my ascent, What message will be sent
- Caught in the mail, Can't miss, Can't fail, Feeling frail,
- Hundred miles left on the trail, Never fail, Always prevail
- I'm so intelligent I could speak braille, Without a gale
- Of wind from deadly forces natural, Never frozen like a statue
- Knocking kings off their avenue, They move to the zoo
- As that is the place fit for one, Who sacrificed other mothers sons
- No longer can they run, As I am at the peak, Immune to weak
- Single minded for their defeat, Too scared to greet, Oh I'm a freak
- Look at me, I stand out more than a homeless man giving handouts
- Just because I go against the tide, Now I have to dig deep and hide
- Nope, that ain't how it goes, I deliver woes to my foes who be hoes
- Break ya nose crush your toes, See who shows strength now
- Run fool because I'm gonna tan your hide like a cow
- I control my anger, My anger don't control me,
- Back up blood this ain't glee, And shoot yourself Crip, I ain't gangsta trick
- Focused, Dosed up, I'm ready, No drugs here,
- Adrenaline fuels my Chevy, I am quite wealthy,
- And you can guess what is very lengthy, My bank roll,
- Wait was sex what you were thinking, I guess society is messed up
- Like teenage drinking, Never thinking,
- Why is it my generation is stupid and never thinking twice, Through situations
- Defiant to a nation, So I scare way beyond straight, Put em in a crate
- And teach em not to mate, Or do drugs, Good luck punk
- Cause these junkies want that cocaine cuz, See how much druggie love
- You gonna get, Nada, I had to call the vet as his dog was so sick
- Of the rhymes I spit, So I filled them up in his bath, And made him slip
- And swallow all of it, No spit, Nope he choked on it, Damn
- Sounds like prison with Gay men, Too bad, I never been to the pen
- Although I never wanna snap again,
- Otherwise the cops will be running from my clench, As I chase them
- With a pad and pen, Lethal again, Go home you fools pretend.
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