Turn The Page

It's another cycle, around the sun in our solar system

It's time for me to climb outta this pit, and give the entire world my bullshit

Making music, is a fantastic tactic to use on those who can't accurately associate

Themselves the way I have done. You're done, head is all spun

I am here turning that page, turning rage to fuel. Am I still a necessity?

Better believe me, I guarantee once I leave again these peeps eyes will finally see

Who I'm capable of being, no matter what I'm doing. I turn it up no matter what I touch

Like the stone that became solid gold, and this is what I hold, it's cold to the touch, but this much I can say

You ain't got what I takes to attempt a challenge against me in a lyrical battle

Little fellow, I'll humble you in a second, so fast your eyes will spin and wake up in a bed at the hopsital clinic

I'll come back quick before that last tick that strikes a minutes, for you to stand by and finally admit it

Shit, I'd give two fucks of you kicked my nuts, I'll leave your mentally scarred, imagine a dude

Grinding glass to fine powder, rolls a Benjamin and sniffs that straight line like it's coke, but it's not what you thought

Nose is bleeding, but it's the glass I've inhaled in my lungs that gashed my veins  causing haters to choke

Don't poke the beast he lies asleep, but one peep is enough to make you shiver quicker, than dropping that mic, I'm just trying to

 

Turn the page, but these bastards comeback barking up the wrong tree, you don't know me, I've got patience, trying to

Turn the page, constructing my business in a blaze, fueled by rage, this hit list I glance a bit, adrenaline hits while trying to

Turn the page, blood's pumped, aren't I, able to, hype up a crowd? Amd kick this up a notch, not afraid held the key for me to be this way while trying to

Turn the page, yeah turning the page, 'hawk ahem'

 

You've just cycled back to this bullshit again, secand place ain't in my motto, you're dazed, thinkin' like how'd how'd his happen?

Psyche, don't kid yourselves right now, that was not a direct insult, if it were you'd hear a much bolder tone that's able to cut deeper

Go real raw, I ain't holding back to the type of shit I've got planned for the world to deal with

To every celebrity that suddenly hears rumors of a new artist coming up from poverty

Using music the same way like HEY! I'm way worse. This mouth is like a fan that's got the jitters from intense caffeine ingestion

Suck a dick, I'll hit this quick with each bar I spit to the beat that hits, then oh shit, he wasn't kidding wasn't he?

A message sent subliminally is a score streak on that HotB-Board, of a 100 songs that barely made it to the spot light

This ain't a fight, but if you desire a competition, you will bare witness, to a different breed of human beings

Whose seen it all, and knows these geometrics, to the tricks I've overseen, the way this game is placed on my table of chess

Here to create a mess, I'm not for everyone, don't listen unless that curiosity causes the feline to get caught in a trap

Just like that, I can rap deal with it, but I promise none of you haven't heard enough of what I'm able to muster

Like a conglomerate mass, that grows and breeds life, on a planet where 200 stars had fallen in the land of Hollywood

Hit em real fast, just like that, in a flash, watch em slowly crash, face to the pavement during the car crash

Temptations suck while trying to

 

Turn the page, but these bastards comeback barking up the wrong tree, you don't know me, I've got patience, trying to

Turn the page, constructing my business in a blaze, fueled by rage, this hit list I glance a bit, adrenaline hits while trying to

Turn the page, blood's pumped, aren't I, able to, hype up a crowd? Amd kick this up a notch, not afraid held the key for me to be this way while trying to

Turn the page, yeah turning the page,