Tm47 - So Insane PT. III Lyrics

So insane on the beat put me in a looney bin
No different than the mental prison god threw me in
Doesn't matter cause my flow sick, it's contagious
This destruction spreads so keep away from my radius
Doc keeps trying to hold me down telling me I'm brain sick
Doesn't matter, ain't nothing gonna stop me from going A List
Don't think money is the goal, it's just some extra loot
It shows the status behind the flames that I f*cking shoot
I would really like to say that I'm one of the top five or higher
But compared to me no one's flames shine brighter
Compared to me there's no one's bolder no one's wiser
No one's balls large enough to destroy these false messiahs
I am not here to say that I'm an omnipotent teller of truth
But I'm f*cking shooting my shots farther than Baby Ruth
Spent life being ignored so you better listen
You're ignorance won't work anymore when I'm this persistent
Making sure till I day I die that stay diligent
I may have an expiration but my soul will remain infinite
I'll leave a legacy that'll be one to remember
Still remain a MC murderer until the end of forever
Watch where you step before I do something i won't regret
After that i might destroy the rest of my competition that's left
Feeling real steezy, like I'm the king of my capital
Like I can out rap any opponent and do it like it's so casual
Get out of my area before I can grab the beretta
Before you could speak, your decision is Vito'ed like I'm Scalleta
This mafia will bury you in 6ixteen Feet Deep in dirt
Don't worry, if you just breathe in deep there will be no more hurt
You rappers talk a big game but don't act when it counts
You rappers doing the same shit, you all follow the exact same route
You rappers really want to show us what real raps about
But let me ask you rappers, is your bite as big as your shout
Throw up those gang signs all day till those hands get cramped
That mindset of yours is the reason you will never be champ
So why is it that i think I'm so great and that I'm the best
I guess it's this skill of mine and this god complex
Feel so worthy I can even pick up Excalibur
To eliminate rappers who swear their in my caliber
If I had a bullet and a gun, wouldn't be sure who to aim at
Would it be myself or this moron who claims to be a king of rap
But what's a king to a god when it comes to true power
Make their dreams all crash and burn like some twin towers
I ain't ever been shit, ain't ever been anything worth mentioning
When I say I got nothing to lose, that ain't being cocky, it's just genuine