Sitfgoatayond (feat. DJ Rick Geez)

We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso I was 3 seconds away from blowing my brains out In the octagon with Khabib, bout to tap out Exhausted from niggaz throwing stones at my glass house The toll, of being grown had run its route Well I ran the good route, but the pass was from Blake Bortles Had the gat pointed Straight at my torso Then I heard a "hello Daddy u in there?" My daughter walked into the house And hugged me right dere on the couch Damn Who you know shot dope before birth Touched turf and fertilized the earth with a verse? I'm third, second, and first you rehearse catchin' a hearse Mr. Universe - make your crew disperse like if you was cursed The truth hurts and it kills you to listen I'm consumed with a mission putting food in the kitchen Assume niggas snitchin' if they catch and release 'em Performance at the precinct, guess the singing was decent I'm the noble niggerish vigorous, spit ridiculous In a sense ain't no innocence we participants Hands dirty like mechanics and farmers Don't panic be calmer, learn to manage your trauma Comma - Momma told me "nigga fight if you lose" So when life light the fuse, I just tighten my shoes And sign blues but still open bruised but unbroken You become spoken? Good health, happy, and hopin' Soakin' wet soliloquys killin' these ill emcees Real abilities, simply puttin' soul in the symphony UGLY People infantry from the infancy Insist we kill the mystery, a history of misery s of victory, you're never what you're fittna be Now a days niggas need a plan and a contingency The injuries ain't ending me they made me stronger To last longer rap Blanka black monsta I came to conquer like manifest destiny Your man is fresh definitely, I can't suggest step to me Command the best weaponry microphone specialty Quest to be the best before they take the last breath from me Between evil and an angel's way balanced on a razor blade I came to save the race and pave the way to greater day Nobody's made to stay Hey! 'fore I fade away I'll maybe make a play to spray the darkness with a sun ray I'm too grown for gun play - I never walked the runway I'm uglay, no alibis or lies what the Son say... Is positive probably so you possibly follow me It's honesty homily for my father and progeny It's John the anomaly me and you is dichotomy Ain't nobody stopping me Boy topping me's not to be So face the facts brace for that grace is back The black ape attack breaking backs since an ADAT So take that - fuck you and your make believe Mabach For real? I'm the shit in a Chevelle with an 8 track We got the revolution pointed straight at your torso No award show, raw flow, with the floor show Its no award show, raw flow, with the floor show Revolution pointed straight at your torso It's no award show, raw flow, with the floor show Revolution pointed straight at your torso