This track is just a way of getting my frustrations about the rap game out. I mean no disrespect for any of the artists involved.
lyrics
I gotta get some shit off my chest
Young brown boy I ain't got that black sin
Sung frown boy I make it a track sin
I'm a nomad in the land of no man
Taking risks because of my metal gonads
What is 6 gods to a monoatheist nonbeliever
I'm just an unmotivated under over achiever
When I spit on the mic it's diagnosed sicker than hay fever
I'm shooting for what's past the moon while I'm sleeping call me a dream weaver
Because when I take a step back and actually acknowledge my talents
I'm standing on the top with not a lot of room don't lose your balance
Careful this type of fall can't be stopped by a parachute
Not even by your thousand dollar nine hundred and fifty pairs of boots
Can you hear that? You are for whom the death bell tolls
When I'm finished you'll be a phantom and I'm not even talking rolls
No wraiths, Seraphs, ghosts or lost souls
Just some washed up limpdick in the way of me and my goals
I'm a non believer you can call me zod
So fuck your yeezus and fuck your six god
Yeah I was born in the Windy City shitty town
Now I'm sucker punchin bitches in the face like Chrissy brown
It's the prime time it's my time for the lime light
I mean it's about damn time that I make a dime right
I'm an oddity no flex I'm steady cause I gotta be
I'm a diamond in the rough not a god damn commodity
It's evident I have the venom i don't need a weapon
I'm a legend headin to threaten with a five seven
I'm a veteran confederate spitting the rhetoric
American born in Maryland shootin heroin