Revolver

Word, son Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayo, ayo Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Yeah Let's try it one time Look If you ain't fucking with my vision then act like I don't exist If you ain't riding with me nigga get rocking that's what he kicks Because I'm tired of disloyalty and bitch shit I'm tired of the misfits, and what else? I'll list it I hate niggas that dissin' but won't make the diss explicit I hate when niggas switchin' playin' sides you complicit I hate when niggas don't know Something wrong 'cause you ain't pissed yet 'Cause you ain't said you hate when niggas quiet like some crickets Insects Crush 'em up and eat 'em with some butter on some biscuits My fist gets Harder when I grip to Sit through Another fucking day of playing shit, cool Fuck that I hope the fucking planet suck the guts out of my nut sack I'll bust back And you can fucking trust that I'll hit you Right in yo fucking neck and let you lay inside a piss pool 'Cause there ain't nothing worse than treated badly by your brother Kinda anger make me wanna see another in a gutter Kinda anger make me blind and make me think an awful thought Was never taught how to forgive or maybe I had just forgot When the people that's supposed to have your back is turning opps Kinda anger make me wanna murder every single cop With a shotgun Pull up and I pop one Pull up and I pop two Now they've fucking shot you So let it stay a thought then The kinda one that dropped in The kinda one I put inside a song that I can bop ten times until I stop caring About the fact that underneath it all There's nothing solid to hold on to like you want to And when I'm dreaming I feel better then I do when I'm awake How imma dream some realer people than The one's that living when they really fake Like actually I do this rapping casually Distract me from my dying and trying to feel my Innocence again and it's impacting me positively And in a sense I guess it is the cause of anxiety When people got pairs of sense they want to give too Distribute Opinions 'bout the art but I ain't Like the other rappers you listen to This music is a painting with emphasis on the pain It's not to entertain it's the noises inside my brain And I pray that you understand and I'm sorry I'm so Aggressive If I had a hundred bands I'd invest it into my message That race is fake And people equal but don't wanna be It's all because of greed and how we structure our economy I'm so depressed I've had this liquor in my chest like Everyday 'cause I ain't been feelin' the best A mix-raced faggot boy that rap and ain't black but his Goddess is I pray that Kali Ma descend on LA bring apocalypse