Open your mind like a bottle of rum
Cause your not promised to come to see when tomorrow is done
I tend to put my problems and sum all of it up
Piled into one and I overcome like im coming from
A metropolis slum
I have the mentality of a soldier at war
Holding a sword hoping to score
Before life closes its doors, im breaking in
Reciting a sacred hymn
That goes, I will do whatever it takes to win
Ive been mistaken with a ninja once
The way I will hit you up without ever having to lift a gun
Ill slash past your guys, im the last samurai
A peaceful violent man is what my tracks advertise
Im condescending cause fuck it im on my death bed
My big heads bled red since the days of grade school
And you’ll see ive stayed cool, I may drool, but stay cool
Ive been the man of the hour don’t second guess the same fool
Prepare your brains for nothing less than a painful fucking
This shit shits so easy ill need a “that was easy” staples button
I told my family thanks for nothing
They said what do you mean, we’ve supported you this whole time”
Thanks for bluffing
I mostly pass when my homies are smoking a blunt
I just drink and chill, im an emotionless drunk
One time I really proposed a toast to the trust
That I lack and my refusal of opening up
Offer a deal and im the first to decline
Cause the purpose in mind would have me reverting some lines
To the point where damn near all the verses of mine
Would merge with the limelight’s standardized nursery rhymes
Im perfectly fine, so much so the urgence I find
Is for head phones cause its like ive tapped emergency lines
All this complaining cause these rappers don’t have merchants assigned
Searching to find their way into the mainstream circus, theyre blind
don’t get me wrong im not a fan of working a nine
But im smart enough to realize its not worth the demise
So like thugs burstin a nine, I simply bust genuine freestyles
So you can keep your cash to purchase a dime
But that doesn’t make me a nice person defined
Its cause paying for rap, you people find it worse than a fine
I eat lyrical burgers of rhymes burp up a line
that’s iller than mersa and swine flu
Just to murder some time
And now im back to the matter at hand
I am not the average man, ive had to expand
To start attacking my plans
My jams are attacking my heart so my hearts attacking my jams
Im a chaser for life