Dialectrix: Rapper Tag #44

Lyrics

[Intro] Well this here is Ruffneck Reality here And all Rudeboy [?] Fire! Waddup, Dialectrix, DJ 2Buck, alright Shout outs to Pegz, rest in peace Hunter Shout outs to MC [?], we gon' do it like this, yeah [Verse 1] D to the motherfucking Trix in this bitch tryna get my tag it happening With DJ 2Buck in it 'cos when you tagging me, you're tagging him Add it in, mix it up, whatever back my spit When I pickpocket in every style that a rapper gives It's packing to the maximum I'm back to the Have to put it to that it should be actually rappers [?] figured it out, now, I'm on a couch slouched [?] stopping my psychological meltdown Because I got a confession: I fall to depression From all the cause and effect from E to the war recession Not to mention the attention from doctors and medics street In my my son's life, like they actually wanted to end it Wanted to send it straight up to heaven Chillin' in God's presence, no solitary breath in And man this life that I let I'll probably regret but They say that I fucking rock like a paleontology fetish Shout out to [?] [?] for a punch line to help me moving forward Star chameleon, picture ambition that's higher than helium Feeling empowered, I ride and [?] on this beat When I thrust in, then I eject, uh I wreck, sir, whenever the Wish is Def, uh Be in my ear like "checka checka check", uh I'll make them cheeks shine like them reflectors Nah, man, shit, just chilling Spitting out a rhythm on the shit 2Buck's spinning Sip a little liquor for that gritty sustenance While I flip my middle fingers at our shitty government, but Hold back now 'cos I'm all In to the point, I gotta pick up my pen and let it rip But I'm still rocking mics, while the rest are sucking dicks So put the mic down when I'm coming onto the stage, [?] when I spit [Verse 2] Alright, once again, rest in peace Hunter This one's for you, man This is stress release welcome to my rest in peace The death of my cousin means that I never sleep McCartney state of mind let it be With a drink that I flee to like a refugee But my poisons ain't killing me softly When I fiend an almighty high - god speed Truth being the human being is not free When they're tuned in to heaviness like drop D Nu metal, new mortar, new concrete Working like a slave pays for my boss feed When I should be making you shake your cans like Dondi But instead I'm the one that's shook - Mobb Deep I've got to milk my music till I've got cream Cause my sons eyes are 2Pac - on me Looking if I've got the goods to raise him properly Living up at 5th gear at top speed 'Cos my world is a war, peace is the obstacle War is time, constant and unstoppable Time is my enemy, limiting what's possible But enemies are friends whenever they're unconquerable That's what I'm telling you If you don't understand, rewind it, say "yep" (yep) You fit into a primitive mould And you do what you're told, I'm living with a mischievous soul, it's like that [Outro] Alright, Joe New, you're up next, brother I'm outta here, peace