fire

i'm blessed, but i haven't reached my life goals

almost 16 and on my life a vice holds

verbally slice those who utter shit from their pie-holes

they parasites like lice they wanna keep my life froze

the dice rolls as christ rose up from the dead

i'm not a believer but you know i'm resurrected

ready to get hectic been trippy like Hendrix

flowing like Kendrick i scream fuck all the skeptics

it's the, blessed blend of Caribbean descent

i know they probably dissent about the rhymes i invent

malignant intent lyrical pistols dispense

rupture your cerebral leaving your whole body tense

hence i'm a killer on the mic and i go

like a fish in a river yeah i'm in with the flow

my energy charge up and dispose of any foes

murderous flows leave opponents rotting and decomposed

what the fuck is up with this world that we live in

a world full of famine, pestilence and killing

well i guess i contribute because i'm aiming at you victims

spitting killer flows on every track and every riddim

 

aiming down the barrel tunnel vision

opposition stricken with the riddim

leave these niggas burnt like friction

my words too nice they saying what ? pulp fiction

every limerick is a riddle

bring the fire to opponents, got em on a griddle

burning through my paper as i scribble

my lyrics mindfuck you leaving you a cripple