(feat. Psycho) I'm wakin' up every morning to the same old shit Landlord straight bitchin' for a nigga to pay the rent My wife left me two years ago
Wich sinner could go to paradise? Who could fly with no wings? Who could live with mankind without a tear? I'm the paradise sinner! I could fly with no
I breathe shimmers with your bright perfume Rainbow eyes, rainbow eyes You paint the world with your love Rainbow skies, up above Rainbow eyes flash poetry
and aim for the fortune cause the fame ain't shit to gain They get stuck on whips and chains, so freedom slip they brain And psychologically that shit's insane
, so back up and maintain I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain They think they know of me because of my poetry You think you're nice
on watching me I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be 'Cause they were taught that serious poetry
keep on watching me I'm stolen property, kicking the flavor to society. Police be clocking me, but logically they got to be cause they were taught that serious poetry
about to change All my cats in London, Birmingham, Brixton, word Things is about to change Join the campaign to rearrange the rap game Don't look at me like I'm insane
very deeply, I think, I think very deeply Let's begin, what, where, why, or when Will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane
A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin' on murderin' motherfuckers 'fore
even chew it I guess God seen it fit To label me the consouller bestowed upon a bro and forever be the shoulder My mission is plain to see Its freaking insanity
catchin up to God quicker Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz Pardon my thug poetry, but
Rubicon The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work Insane
in the hub we used to drop madel, contemplate in hell The stories I could tell would freak your mind and wreck your brain The thoughts I would have would drive most insane
categorize me as a baby failing to realize how far away his mother is Our relationship hovered with strength, even though it's invisible Hard to quit hearing her poetry
flood, draw blood from wack souls as I smack hoes Live concensive, or yes 'em, it's damage That my sintex causes, is irrepreble 'cause vanity of my insanity
all the albums I wrote, In any track, I come off strong automatically, Whether I write in an active, or passive capacity, Poetry that I spit, is synonymous
