ChokeHold

Trippin' off acid in my spiritual palace

Spittin in a mystical language

I give it all without minimal damage

Incinerate ya middle-school through criminal madness

Imagine the system I live in to end up killin' lyrical savages

So ill, My bodies instrument is immune to different allergies

Mind memorize of Sun Tzu's Art of Wars militant strategies

 

 

Put you in a choke-hold and apply pressure

Till ya soul leaves n i can hide ya corpse in the white dresser

Don't take it too seriously, i guarantee you it was a kind gesture

Call my homies in the medic game for a surprise stretcher

Take you to middle of the woods n let the vines in time get ya