Disciple Of The Word

My style will leave you augmented.
Off lyrics.
I’m a boss livin livid,.
With a coffin in the ground for any rapper with a bar trying to scrimmage.
Ima ball,
Leave you winded,
When I cross and leave you injured.
Get you clawed on the block,
Like Kawhi Leonard.
Call your girl up,
Get her,
Then I clip her.
Shoot you to the 3rd degree even if I’m centered.
I’m Giannis with a pen throwing bucks at you n…

Certain things I won’t say.
I get it I’m walking in white skin,
And if I do,
I’m one you won’t play.
But,
The rhythm inside of my mind is,
Like a hit of cocaine.
Addicted to this flow made,
By vocal cords drowning in spit I’m dying to throw away.
A Bronx child at heart with lines that’ll slap your whole face.
Snorting in the tears you’ve feared the most.
Praying to God to never face the Cold Gates…

I’m just into finger flipping.
Close range.
Listening to my intuition when lighting up Mary Jane with propane.
A pro showing you his pain of all the close dates,
With death knocking on my door through my own gaze.
A survivor of my own palms trying to fire up an old case.
Illusions of many muses moving my hands while I blow faces,
With smoke chasing away the angels who’ve eloped,
Lacing my demons with hope,
Racing up my spine tingling my bones,
Encased by skin rotting as I speak…

I dream,
To wash away the red off a face the Lord sees as his pupil.
A disciple of the word because I choose to.
The opponent of Satan himself while I reside in the Big Apple with a mind so fruitful,
For a mind empty with purpose to pick from while I move through,
My failures…

Wasn’t always a winner,
I’ve soiled most of my opportunities due to,
Every negative seed I’ve planted for some loot fools,
Lose their lives over.
But,
Like possesive,
Good for nothing boyfriends,
I grip onto your neck like tools do.
And twist your cap off since I’m going screws loose.
Just to see a brighter day while I elude you,
Into my Darkness…

Do you understand now?
I’m not asking you to stand down.
I’m telling you to before the masses yell,
“Man down!”
I’m here to go to war with any mad clown,
Trying to point a red nose at me for a pat down…
Been too kind for too long.
Playing both sides like Mulan.
Thrown to the curb for not picking who’s wrong.
So,
I figured I’d administer the action and lay them out like a futon,
For toying with my soul,
As I sleep in peace while they sleep in pieces…