Conscious

My conscience is weighing over me Uncontrollably

6 feet deep I hid them so they wouldn't mess with me

Looked for guidance to complete what I am supposed to be

But when I looked for guidance I only saw diplomacy

When using conscience I make sure I am honest

I make sure I am conscious I make sure I am cautions

Even though it seems harmless a dead carcass

I'm an artist who can make droplets in your garments

Its cause you get scared whenever I go on the mic

Its like the end of your night whenever I step in the fight

We regular people spitting irregular verses

We look like regular preachers but give irregular sermons

We look the same as you but on the inside were different

Same ears as you but were not driven to listen

If you gave me a position and paid me in admission

Id give myself permission we ain't in the same division

You see I'm way up above you I call that shit upper class

While I'm chilling at the top you are staring at my ass

But when I look down I see everyone just getting higher

Being in the lead is dire so I set the ladder on fire

To secure my position my one ticket admission

I Set the game on fire so all you people could listen

I'm be a kid forever wheres my pediatricians

This is tradition who needs provisions when you got rhythm

This fast flow they call me an asshole

I wanna surf on the money that's a cash flow

Say i work in a bakery make dough

Just kidding calm down I know I am broke yo

Screaming too loud so now they call me Lil Jon

Dreaming 2 clouds I got lost in my own songs

CREAM is how it is now and if you ain't with it

We cant be in the town cause my success is inbound

See the only thing you do is swing no hits

Repeat the same things you sing all the same shit

And then you wonder why you still aren't rich

Just quit don't spit because I will sink your ship

You ask me did i go for obama or go for mitt

I dont really give a fuck about these politics

Cause its all shit but we still live with it

Under control by the governments tricks

My conscience is not responding like a window

Its like a song that started good but later lost its tempo

Someone call me Dicaprio I think I'm stuck limbo

Conscience lost like a white boy in the ghetto

Your shoes are clearly tied but all your doing is tripping

Skipping while sitting you're not dancing your twitching

I listen you bitching grips strong but you slipping

I put you in submission no saliva still spitting