ACID/YIKES/RIGHTS/GRID

The site, play the rite, anger feel my wrath,

Join the web shit is heavy, enter society,

Write my thoughts cause I'm part of the glass

The point, tell me about comedy,

Huh damn, huh where's the joint,

Slightly sober my creativity is lighter,

Up my vein hate and clout chasing,

Same here same there let the feel aroint!

Clear my brain clean my spirituality's duality my shit harder

Let's erase the fear cause what got you talking!

Ay I got nothing to lose ain't no one stopping my reign,

How the fuck do I escape the maze, haha who got you laughing?

My pain's funny right I fucking agree!

Ay hatred up my DNA that's what I fucking MEAN

So entertaining, looked up DIY-ing how to be free!

 

Deep meditation morals on my mind,

Clip and action, bullets they wanna find!

Like what? Haha lacking respiration escape my soliloquy's grasp,

Seeing that rap I be like YIKES let's talk bout this,

Freeze so much spitting bout Js all they want's a shiny clasp

Ay joke gold these men to hear every fridays,

LOL-like mouthing hold tight cause hearing my shit you might need dictionnaries

Bare my hush it's better than them men barely rapping,

No wonder they'd choose a bear when I hear that's what he says,

Such a standup who are you really what was you thinking?

 

Masks off since two weeks we livin everyday like it's our last

Crack off that mint into the minds let it blast,

My rights take em back, throw me inside the arena,

Left my vow behind my give a fucks are fucked,

To a few fellas taking my rhymes like Rah Tah Tah Tah

Fuck you that's ain't new it's just round 2,

My newest president an asshole wanna see him distorted, (right)

Few clients licking his hole seeing that I might need a med (what)

 

No crew I do that shit solo cause I'm the only feeling the bass,

Rose up from the dead cause the people still have to fight for the cause of race

No cause ain't it funny how common is them god complex,

Haha only material be guns or sex,

Ain't it, ain't it, amusing knowing they ain't even know where's the clit

Hit expert claiming to do art faint when I hear they bullshit

H-Hilarious when they step on the ground can't deny

My pen my knife ay yep my phrasing make em grown men cry

On some kick don't care if my talking's hazardous

On some sick of fanfare stuff, fire when I'm righteous