Ars Magna

[Intro]
Words can be sharper than a sword
Like a razor, cut 'em to their cores
Make a hater wanna settle the score
Raw wounds make 'em want to go to war
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[Verse 1]
Lord forgive me for my dark habits
I got a pocket full of money and a heart full of sarcasm
Got your favorite rapper's picture on the wall, throwing darts at 'em
Hard to tell 'em apart, they all average
The culture stoop low to get a dollar
Momma say "Throw a rock in a pack of dogs, the one you hit'll holler"
Gotta wear it if the shoe fits
Fuck those who whisper careless with loosе lips
My heart's blue and it gets cold as an icе cube, ruthless
Endangered species, your progeny shall be fruitless
You can catch me scooting 'round town in some new shit
Ordering beef medium rare, no Ruth's Chris

[Chorus]
People see me and stare like "Who's this?"
It's trap or die, I don't make the rules, bitch
My lifetime is incredible
While rappers that are dying to be credible, just let 'em go
There's a thin line between scandalousness and ambition
Between thinking and not speaking a damn sentence
Silent is an anagram of listen
You can't keep your mouth closed like a breathing condition

[Verse 2]
You mingle with real niggas but don't want to continue
When the real commences, it ain't on you or in you
Fraudulent men'll do anything they can to survive
Remember that if you plan to survive
I lost a fake homie, we were cool a week ago
His girl told me I'm losing weight, I said true but I'm still eating, hoe
Lately I've been falling off the deep end
I can't feel my face but it's the weekend
So it's all bueno, her ass and titties are augmented
It's all image, them ain't his cars, they all rentals, they all rented
That ain't his girl, she keeps giving me soft glimpses
Her friends with her, they all tempted, they all windows
Transparent, they're part dangerous, all sinful
They're dark angels, they're all dimples, they're all smiles
Parent less vixens which can explain why they all wild
It's all senses, it's all simple

[Chorus]
People see me and stare they're like who's is
It's trap or die, I don't make the rules, bitch
My lifetime is incredible
While rappers that are dying to be credible, just let 'em go
There's a thin line between scandlousness and ambition
Between thinking and not speaking a damn sentence
Silent is an anagram of listen
But you don't know the difference

[Bridge]
Words can be sharper than a sword
Like a razor, cut 'em to their cores
Make a hater wanna settle the score
Raw wounds make 'em want to go to war

[Verse 3]
I swore it would get better but it only got worse
The sower and the reaper shall ride in the same hearse
Feeling safe in a crowd when they're gathered
Until they take a gander at the danger they in then they scatter
But this is what they signed up for, they're enlisting
They could hear me but they ain't listening
They're trying to sing to them, I'm trying to give them a sign
To use the eyes they see with to read between the lines