Free Sin

(Verse: 1)

 

Wicked lyricism's the dream money's an afterthought

normal childhood, but leave you dead in the parking lot

favorite color's red familiar from all the shots

all the rocks I guess you could say that I'm unorthodox

Not a black G, not a white little kid

wanting greatness, even just a little whiff of it

just need something sweet, man I'm getting desperate

psychological warfare, everyday I lust for it

only want one chance I know I have the ability

responsibility Is honing my capability

but how is it possible to maintain the agility

when no one in the vicinity agrees with your affinity

You can make your life a novel, if you're Jesus' apostle

if not, be honest or docile, either way, you're in the gospel

mark my words, I'm gonna be big as Marshall

This rhyme will become a fossil, and my words will be colossal, yo

 

(Verse: 2)

 

filleting your cerebral with a butter knife

bringing me back to what I did to my last housewife

watched the black market, and saw the price of blood rise

I recognized the situation and capitalized

thought the government we are run by was civilized

they need to realize that this isn't music, you're hypnotized

Everything you listen to nowadays is digitized

not even this rap right here was purely visualized

my quiet calculation gave me this information

if you listen closely, you can hear the insinuation

I have a big infatuation of Biggie Smalls

so I pull out my Desert Eagle, and commence the brawls

on Wednesdays I pull my tommy gun out in the malls

sometimes, I have a dream that society falls

On Fridays, I get home from school and talk to my corpse

about starting the apocalypse without any remorse

 

(Verse: 3)

 

My mind jumps to conclusions and I jot them down

Sorry to burst your bubble, but what comes around goes around

I'd headbutt your face and begin to start the ground and pound

surround the crown, can't help what lays in the background

In the underground, dug up a burial ground

reminded me of the sound reminiscent of when I found

a golden plated crown, that I hoped one day that I'd find

a reward for my anthems that I perceive as divine

No way you're frontin' toward the lyrical mastermind

if you are, then forgive me, there's no way you will survive

Cause I'm a crazy little child with a mindset of a god

c'est la vie you will be massacred by psychological fraud

I was born with a destiny to die from applaud

a path to the promised land, why don't you come abroad

ascending to the heavens I don't even believe in

I guess you could call this rap a bit of free sin