Song Lyrics:
[Verse 1] What was you doing
When rappers was hunting down memo's
I'm the missing scripts ripped outta whatever it is
That completed shit like the last bullet
That makes a complete emo
Walking high like I'm in Stilettos
I'm way beyond where they drew the line
What perfectly sharpened pencil
Fail to draw a fine line
I'm scared if I think outta the box I'll lose my mind
With screws loose inside
I bump my head and 'cause a suicide
When I tryna tie on loose ends
I'm the trailblazer
Wearing shoes that erase my footsteps
You draw your guns
And I erase it with Rubber bullets
Whatever wack shots nigga shooting
I don't need a bullet proof vest
Oh, I know I talk shit
I know with all these punchlines
I should've been boxing
Yeah, yeah I heard she's vegetarian
But I bet if she love bite on a dick
She'd tear off the foreskin
And if I hear rapper saying
He tryna save the rap game
He probably a false prophet
Tryna be a savior to something
He had hoped been dead
Niggas chasing cheese
I'm Outchea snacking on Nik Naks
If rapping was a disease
Right now I'd be illest
How do you burry me
If I sleep in coffin
Engraved in the underground
Wit' forces that manipulate the cautious
You constipated
So don't tell me you don't force shit
Shinny sparkle in my feathers
Damn right I'm Glowing
I come one man against the crew
An' the crew is given the ultimatum to forfeit
Sorry killed many people
I'm probably the exceptional of an apology
Amongst the pack of wolves
I'm the Sheep that rules that Zoo
My ground is stood
I'm sweet, that's evils understandin' of bein' cruel
I'm Outchea smoking pot
Tryna cook some dope ass track
It's Under construction
Check out the scaffolds
I'd expect you to take offense
I could be on the bench all seasons
And I'd still be the man of the match
I mean since 2k10 it's been punchline after punchline
Been making a fist since then
Now my palm is so sweaty
With knock from it
Trust me your lights will never bright
It'll be as if it's been dimmed
You're a bad man
I'm light skinned, yet I'm the Dark Knight
The thought of hell
Plays a hand in me being hothead
Cold-hearted but not enough to skip a heartburn
Whatever naked truth they've told
I still need it to be undressed
We working for school dropouts
But we was told Education is the key to success
Heard they taxing us
It's always downfall after downfall
For the whole of Africa
Visit us
Honestly if Jesus really lives
And had to be babysitter
For the upper part of this continent
We'd say he done abondoned us
Forgive me if I'm the wrong
It's no longer a surprise
That the law don't abide by the law
What all these politicians have in common
Is being a mislead
The shoes I'm in is the right size
Yet I'm still a misfit
Putting the past in my back
I'm probably in box wrapped with a ribbon
For I'm living in the present
I should've been schooled
By rapper's who undermined me
But I was Outchea skipping on lessons
I'm like the Satan that walks upon heaven
The justice system sentence niggas in Hell
And I pray that Heaven help them
I pray that more money heads my way
I know I once said I don't do it for the money
But it seems money
Is one thing that'll get me a role to play
In this game
Tryna reconnect, fuck a Bluetooth
I'll brighten it with a Colgate
Okay, I fuck around in places that aren't safe
Pot in a hubbly, ciders on hand
Party on a Monday
I'm one triple threat ninja
Taught by Miake
We put it work, even though shit leaves us unpaid