96 Till Infinity

Considered cynic to simpletons, vivid writtens too militant.

Not fictitious my image is, i been reflecting and mirrorin.

About my thoughts on the daily, about my moms and my baby

bout baby moms and my lady, talking the beginnings and ends.

All past relations and on how a future could really sit with my friends

Same toilet different day but i guess the shit just depends.

By the way, my rhymes can slay, making incisions with pens.

Wish to be hidden again to days i hid in the den.

Look angels spitting again, theres nothing different with him

Im talkin spliffin sipping liquor with all his niggas again.

Remember showing up to parties wearing high school shit,

I still got it crackin in the field boy despite no whip.

Its apparent transparent lyrics can entice like this

instead these Bruce Jenner rappers are on they're dyke like shit.

I premeditate promises, Emcees pray to this obelisk

The decaying of novelist, im berating the novices

Who cant contribute a thing by simply stating the obvious

Ill devour your mind and hand you a plate of my consciousness

I live omnipotent on beat, dead, alive, while im haunting it

Witness decay of walls from all the phlegm that im hawkin em