INTRO 2

Third record,

Third record,

One two three,

Took a break, my thoughts were drivin' me crazy,

But now I'm back, I'm on a killing spree,

One body,

One body,

One two three.

 

Rap died, ready to bring it back,

I'm not the guy to slack off, and show off my girlfriends ass,

Or breast,

Or to flex my cash and cigars,

You won't be considered cool anymore when the feds are

Knocking at your door, searching your computer for your hardcore child porn

Or your room looking for your drugs and videos of suicide and gore,

Agh

 

So tired of the bullshit,

So tired of the shit rappers spit,

So tired of you flexing your wallet,

So tired of you flexing your drip,

So tired of music videos of people who strip,

So tired of the politicians we worship,

So tired of giving thugs and prisoners who mug credit

Because they can call people gay in a song, yeah

 

I been searching,

Serving the king,

Shouting at the world, tryna feel something,

Cause I ain't feel nothing,

Wondering how long I'll be hurting,

How long I'll be searching,

Cause I can still feel the burdens lurking,

Is rappin' working?

I took some time to reflect and repent

But other than that, I'm back,

I was just taking a break, a rest

Take a guess at what rapper I'll be murdering next,

Because when I do the whole industry'll be perplexed,

When I'm done rap'll have been cleansed,

Just hoping I don't have to wreck them all,

And that most of 'em will be under arrest

Thank God for leading me here,

I'm on a quest,

I know I'm still depressed,

I'm still stressed,

And maybe I'm just messed up, mentally ill,

But in an odd way,

I've been blessed,

Leavin' the torment in the past,

Letting go of who and what I'm attached to,

Tryna adapt to the new me, I ain't you,

Coming to terms and letting go of what I went through,

All my issues,

Spending time with family, ignoring the insanity, tragedy,

Focusing on reality,

Lucky to have her, she makes my life 10 times better,

She makes me forget all the pressure,

And I hope when the journey's over,

I'll be a storyteller and tell my kids of the stories

And wonders

And the drama and pressure I was under,

Uh oh, here comes the thunder