Same Wrongs and Sins

When you witness

My lyrical fitness

Flip miracles like a gymnast

Got a gift like christmas

Cause i do my business

After some lit spruce trees

Hit the pen like bruce lee

Massacre on the loose leaf

Your lyrics put together loosely

so scared since they introduced me

To the game rained nothing but pain

Im white so im attached to a ball and chain

A 17 year old already ready for the hall of fame

When he came he was diagnosed insane

3 legs and hes not referring to his cane

These radio rappers best stay in their fucking lane

His lyrics remind you of a peaked trucking kane

Dont come slow when i bring you the max payne pussy

That last album of yours was a plain doosey

Not to be choosy but mine had ears bleeding profusely

Top twenty under thirty better include me

I conclude that none of you can touch me

Outta reach braile eating you up like lunch meat

90% of the black youth would much rather punch me

For munching up their favorite rapper in 4 bars

I praise the mic similar to a massacre lords swords

I came through and tore the game up like never before

All new high score the king of both coasts shore to shore

Why else would everyone be pleading for more

All i got is bars like hes a state prison

On my way to mars might be a great decision

For someone as alienated as me

Hybrid of em and pun annihilated this beat

I have piled and ated about 8 emcees

People try and a relate to sentences made me

But they cant, they dont know what goes on in the kids head

They dont know the terror at night that goes on in his bed

Even the vets wont go near him the type of shit h spits dread

Is my number one craft when i hear the beat

Dope snares and high pitched voice so complete

And i repeat any rapper who wants it can take it to the street

If they really wanna fuck with an elite like me, i suggest you take seat

You dont wanna see me get in the sheet paper for me to prove i am the greater

One between us, practiced rhymes and on the sixteenth month

Electric mentality am eel that, spit similar to rifle machine guns

Granted him thus that he succesfully decieved us

Threw these other rappers under and off this bus

Jesus, the mans hoter than 3 suns, and out this plant

With quick punts to shatter 50 foot thick granite

Ive been committing the same wrongs and sins

Give em the prozac, a dope track

I only hope that, broke backs

I choke fags that have spoke whack

I have the mentality that casualties

Is an unfortunate reality of my palette see

To paint this picture of mass destruction

Without having to down to corporate corruption

Im not somethin to fuck with youre nothin

Im cuttin the wrists of fuckin mcs nothin to spit

Crown me like a cavity after i cap you

Sounds of insanity dont want to i have to

Satan in the booth with a gun at my lower back

Forced into paintin these verbal murder acts

But the truth of the matter is i live for it

Every splatter out my mouth is almost euphoric

I draw energy from the sun like photosynthesis

These stumped rappers resort to simplisticness

A nerd coming back for vengeance what can they expect

From a reincarnated student from V A tech