Breathin' Heathen

I'm a devilish demon screamin' for success

Dreamin' bout seethin' my sound for the blessed, I'm a heathen fiendin' for a mic check

Still not breathin' off in my sect

So don't you disrespect, or a tech will elect to wreck, stretch your neck to a local boulevard

I'm the black joker card, a broker (adj) retard lookin' to broker (verb) hard in every vocal spar

I said I'm selling words, in word I'm railing thirds, of bumps, lumps of white powder

Like light snorted nasal chowder, basal heart pounder, whoa his flow is an astounder

Others just flop like a dropped flounder, egos ran willy nilly, really need a grounder, think they feed the ground or

Somethin', cause without even frontin', I'm all about confrontin'

The shit the industry says is "stuntin'" little bunnies buntin' the ball, backwards, on track words

Wrack herds, I stack adverbs and attack Iraq's Kurds, society's variety of pliable notoriety

Is at my fingertips, with leaner lip quips, this legion's grip triples

Like ripples in my consciousness, altering responsiveness, faltering respondent sense