My Mind

My first reaction..
That work purple is Grimace
To duel (dual) arch nemesis bad as the picked image
I'd have to light a match and burn through the thick gimmicks
Facts, even to the pour (poor) fuel's cheap but its big business
Yeah Im wrong too
But let me explain what I'm on to
Can't talk about the game like the rest of the shits scrimmage
I never pushed the Cain like Im Able to claim siblings
I just learned a lot a truth from the roots of the same villains
The type that'll go in ya mouth and expose feelings (fillings)
See the lead go and cross bloomers out like the rows (rose) finished
And while I spit that fever those heaters are cold killers
Im not actin like Im sick, this order (disorder) is factitious
In fact this is
Lines I cross, right thrown knuckles
Picture that (pitcher that)
My basis (bases) run off of hits till thrones buckle
Up to bat
Its me, swingin like Mike with Don King in the back
Thought I wack then suddenly shit switches

Its tradition
The rules Ive known and grow with em
Bend but never break em when facin the opposition
Its tradition
Spit scars from heart and souls light up
Why real artist scoff at the thought of a ghost writer

I just tell em Don't worry
Im still spittin that grim thesis
Reminding yall of the beef that have with these Slim Jesus'
I ain't mad at the artists, they marketings up to par its just
Amazing how yall noticed the fungus amongst the forest of
Tall trees you've you chopped to see the rings of a champion
Tryna rep a style when ya hollow is just mannequin
So, anything Ive done that you question Im done answering
You can't pick up what Im droppin like Thor's hammer than
Dammit I can't help you
They know that Ive tried mind you
Ive talked politics but turnt up when I felt its time to
Rubik's Cube tactics, True false and random
But you can't see the God’s over heads like faith's abandoned then
Sheesh
That metaphor was a puzzle piece
Yall got ya animals mixed up looking like Wuzzles
Peep the dogs that I run wit, none of en pack a muzzle, leash
Shock collar if I hollar, drama retreats

Its tradition
The rules Ive known and grow with em
Bend but never break em when facin the opposition
Its tradition
Spit scars from heart and souls light up
Why real artist scoff at the thought of a ghost writer

Im just tryna make that paper by making that paper pen's hit
Display tremendous growth showing that even trenches
Can birth something with worth this wordsmith clenches
Something inside that helped him survive by never flinching
Overall Poem Control, Japan inked in
My business LinkedIn deep thoughts without a Lincoln
The precipice of greatness, the brink of extinction
Are the the same dame thing, Im the king of this distinction
Im just tired of seeing bills
A pic is a thousand words but I am not standing still
Show time over Netflix, damn a movie and chill
But Im known as Leone like Em was Amityville
They braggin some I am legend and nothing's damaging will
We just point em at the hood where nothing cannot be killed
So you move out, get that house on haunted hill
Let the trust fall and see what catches cuz that’s for real