Punishin fools with the sword's pointy end
Straight through/ no punch-ins that's for munchkins
I'm a man battlin psychosis
My gift is their cruse
Brain filled to the brim with words
My mouth stay running
Spittin nothing but verbs
Mumblin to myself
While standin on curb
Fools walkin all around me
My eyes scan the dirt
Searching for worth
Hoping they get it as we converse
I got a lot words
Jammed in my verses
Can't cut through the fat
It take time to get to the source
I prefer to be immaculate
With my passages
Picture accomplishment's
After accidents
You know
After accident we back again
Thriving at the end
Uhh
We back again
Back again
Back again