Harvest

When I step in you know that I am well equipped,

I shot them from my tongue,oops the trigger slipped,

Don't think about opinion the hood love is strict,

Its just the first verse and they all think its high pitched,

I never lost faith in myself nor did my fam,

My flow so cheesy I slipped out of the hate jam,

Turn around to the haters don't give a goddamn,

My life is a temple then I am the guardsman,

God by my side and an angel on my shoulder,

And as the song progresses, they keep getting colder,

Too many problems its damn hard to think over,

Critics might say something when they get sober,

All these turf you be walkin' on is all ego,

I gave you an answer about a week ago,

Haters that I don't even got the chance to know,

Me? I am panda you can call me Mishra though,

A masterpiece by the lyrical picasso,

In the world of of hate and all the damn fake show,

Still wear pajamas and like to take my life slow,

All rhymes are fields and I am the scarecrow,

P E R F E C T that's what they Describe,

You know how hard it was damn it was a hell fight,

Took all those wrongs and I turned them into right,

From just a glass of water to a five star diet,

You have no Idea how many live Hearts I rip,

I screamed thug life and I emptied the poetry clip,

Homies nice when roof of the convertible Split,

I admit I inflict pain on you with my grip,

I was not born with a golden spoon in my hand,

Never had eight digits in balance at the bank,

Good in everything and I moved up a rank,

These skill are not gifted you outta understand,

Tremors take place when I have the mic in my hand,

 

They saw rise

now i see them fall

time to leave

this is the last call

Live on Faith

Cuz I don't forgive,

Shocked as fuck

they never heard this,

Ignite it

hold it right diet