Lyrics

[Hook] Spittin the truth Spewin the venom Rhyming like a buddhist High on my mental On a new level Cocky and gentle Nothing can stop me Not even a bullet to my temple These rappers think they ill, they're just a bunch of hypocondriacs Coming with the coldest facts, rhyming dirty in the cul-de-sac Nyquil flows, the Cole of raps Overdose, the king of naps Over those feelings that made me collapse Cuz overall i'm over you all In yo overalls thinking they be outlaws Im animalistic in my instincts hunting fo meat So i bear in mind in my bare (bear) feet Bear handed, face in the concrete Sometimes i fall off, but get up in a heartbeat Cuz unlike the French, i never crave defeat Im no Napoleon, i'm rippin Bonaparte(bone apart) If lyrics don't paint pictures, that's fraud to art If words have no color, you tear that sheet apart If the beat don't bang, my shit don't f you hard enough Its pristine, church in the wild full of priest twins Hip hop's my true religion got that in my genes(jeans) New york's the sistine(chapel) Rapping 16's, spittin crazy for sick teens Cuz i'm [Hook] Spittin the truth Spewin the venom Rhyming like a buddhist High on my mental On a new level Cocky and gentle Nothing can stop me Not even a bullet to my temple [Verse 2] Feelin upbeat spittin that true shit Swagger up in the sky i'm so fly Who am i To explain myself i don't justify You're just a fly on the wall, the feces magnet I'm Rappin' for a buzz, that's my call to please the talent With my fuzz face this my lumberjack phase Rollin wood strollin in the neighborhood Going timber on a bitch, laying off my temper Smart looks, open books, fucking next chapter God damn, you templers can't f with me, i'm the baphomet With raps more basic than an alphabet With yo A B C flow D about to blow Sippin E now you got a lil wheezy(weezy) Punchin in the corner, got you a lil dizzy Cuz im Bringing you the greatest hits by Breezy I'm so frisky, it's all fun and games Drinkin whiskey, tryna ease the pain Alcohol in my veins, holdin haters in disdain Holes in my soul, put some respeck on my name Distress i speak less about college mayne Hope i don't die in stress, but i digress And digest thoughts i could barely stomach Faint back in the past where it was all black But i grew a pair and added it to my nutsack You average corny rap fans are so whack Singin carols under trees, christ's divine Cuz you only dig rappin(wrappin) when its Christmas time [Post Hook] Spittin the truth for the youth Don't lose your soul Without passion you're just another lost soul