people tryna to get the picture, thats abstract,
a reason to coexist, an then its ransacked,
just fight fire with fire, thats why we fire back,
2 hands up, raise the roof or you wind up flat,
this is the plan of attack,
our time to react on these tracks,
spend all em racks, cook up crack, drink cognac,
a born sinner minus the sales never a winner,
can still remember a time i couldnt afford dinner,
back to bars, each punch, comes with a shot,
no ice, watered down so you gon drink allot,
mix in this poetic flow, all of the things that i know,
stories of how i really reap what i sow,
as i grow older and colder this chip on my shoulder,
grows bolder,letting its true colors show,
while i go blow for blow, on lines of blow,
white knuckled and white nosed,
i know, just let the beat go,
verse 2
when im focused on all these rhymes, its autism,
all rhythms can generate lines its all vision,
antisocial, with no class, marxism,
most likely why i come up short, dwarfism,
a poor schism on two shoulders of the same body,
the real world about as stable as the matrix lobby,
the fakes can prolly, create somebody, to disembody,
so everybody, can lobby, screaming summacum laude,
ive lost track, you could have that,
id rather tell the truth and get laughed at,
id rather walk the walk and not backtrack,
so if means staying under the ground than thats that,
buried alive, till living legends make a comeback,
the walking dead starves cuz brains severly lacks,
from turn up to trap plan our attack,
genocide cuz corporations turned hip hop rap
