Respect
• Written by Psycadelik
Uh, This is my game and I shape it to my canvas
I curve edges to my liking like it's a new form of dances
I live my life in different ways and grow like branches
I don't stick to a script and relate my own stanzas
A life is full of chances, No advances for what comes next
You just gotta expect, The misconceptions from Star Trek
The bullet that hit your neck and left that speck a wreck
Hesitation has no relation when that owner hands you a check
Hit the deck when the vortex becomes complex for your index
But when I hit the mic it makes these boy's come correct
I throw syllables and syllables you catch I misdirect
The opposite sex for unsaid FedEx free purchases
I am the next genesis of emphasis being sued on a premises
I have no exception in this, no expectation or relation in it
I just slit the wrist and split like a vein on a soap opera
Call me papa cuz I gotta kick this shit like this is Sparta
I believe in karma and the fact drama causes Obama
To purchase a llama and cause trauma to the brain
And make the average person go insane and move to Spain
To have no relation with us in the U.S no prospects
Upon my core correlation no patience for fakes in England
I play the villain in every mission I cause fission in my prison
I am a crimson dictation on your core relation with Haitians
I get called Satan and enjoy to mate and straighten
The feathers from a Raven and make it a game and go insane
My life changed I deranged when I was fazed from the raves
I cause the graves to have waves where they stays
I go days without K's and become dazed and only grazed
From you crazed raged niglets that praise the fact of no religion
There Pissin' and missin' the whole goal of society
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Psycadelik
Member since April 13 2015