Sinister

Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow

A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth

Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work

"Surf" is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement, brush the blood off my knife

Knife, knife

 

I don't know where I went with my life

I don't think momma likes that I write

She sees me chilling on these rap websites

Like XXL or Complex, I just pay homage

Accomplish what I love and what I like

I don't like the sight when I hear Nick at Nite

Despite the safe home and locks on my door

They still going hardcore on and offshore

Robbing the men with card boards to buy a spliff

There's much more to life than what cannabis kicks

They shot that kid on the block that got the nastiest kicks

These 5 year old's thinking they Crips

When the closest they get to it is they Cocoa Crisps

Will I sprout like a lotus, I'm focused to open

And spread my theories to the local locust

And start local commotion like hocus pocus

I'm trynna be the diagnosis

 

Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow

A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth

Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work

"Surf" is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement, brush the blood off my knife

Knife

 

I wonder why I write some rhymes so violent

Maybe cause it's my symphony to this broken island

I got some game just to play with the hymen

I found it my assignment to recreate alignments

And to put myself under pressure to form a diamond

This is barely my insane, plain mind of mine

Everyone's inclined to a specific line

But with due time I'm displaying multiple rhymes

I'm a reclining futon the way I chill back

I never distract my abstract life, rather be intact

Then subtract my brain cells in fact

Its a small hit but a big impact

Originality is something we reenact but its wack

Cause we struggle to find that

Project

 

Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow

A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth

Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work

"Surf" is stitched into my shirt

Get up off the pavement, brush the blood of my knife

 

Where the fuck am I