Bad Ritual

I’m on that sinister fix, riding around getting even and I’m a
Minister’s kid, hiding a fistful of grudge that when heated
Should administer kicks. Hell yeah I’m finishing this
I didn’t start it but I wish that I did

They stride in similar kicks, but they don’t get the mileage I do
I walk to hell and back to tell em “I don’t like you”
I wore a felon’s cap sellin' to scoot by too
But came in with a way out so I kept it short like 5’ 2”

And I still carry a bat in the back of the hatch
Very aware of various ambush attacks
Maybe I’m scared or paranoid, but I don’t know how I feel
I’m just cold, like my knuckles hold on a Louisville steel

Or steering wheel tightly, I could be tryna escape
Hometown reminds me of debts that I have to pay
And promises that I’ve made, trying to get their heads shook
Tell whether I’ve been lying by the way that my bed looks

Scrolling through my texts it’s like a Nicholas sparks book
They’re digging my sharp looks so I hit 'em with heart hooks
Ooh barracuda I’m incarnate of shark books
Smile at blood smell you move shoes like Marcell

Been a while since ink well run dry cause I think swell
I’ve been MIA in my own mind they don’t mind cause I mean well
It runs hot and the heat’s hell need a breeze just to sleep well
So in spring and summer seasons dreams are seekin' for me now

[Hook]
You'll believe what you want to believe
But this is what you chose, a bad ritual
What you see based on what you believe
Forms a visual for bad ritual

[Verse 2, Campana]
The keys that are strokin, provokin the focal points
Of your mind envision in time and my rhyme is peeling a rind
And Sometimes, I'm isolated. Home alone, I'm cloakin
No robbers, but I got boobies in my trap phone Cully Culkin

And these niggas think I'm joking thought i wrote it once before
Spell it for illiterates like U-A-E-N-O
Ah-ah-ah Oh, it's that fancy nigga by the cornerstore
And he buy up all them swishers just to roll up all his dro

But at least he didn't steal them, you can see there is no problem
But if there was one present, I would wrap em when I solve em
Evolving I get the dollar ought'a let the jukebox swallow it
Grinding for my goals crevice, cracks, and all I ollie

Falling over while I'm tripping that's just part of my exquisiteness
If I said I wasn't high I'd also say I fib a bit
I (eye) drop into a jelly bean I guess I candy flip a bitch
Do this kind of shit for kicks, go ahead and take a punch at it

Mitt Romney don't pay no tax, Barack Obama don't pay no rent
Why you spitting that real shit, Camp? Why these niggas gon' get a tent
Sleep on me overnight and flame is fully ignited
I promise I'm fucking brighter than that fire that you roasting on

They sure admire from a far just as I coast along
Post upon the fact I'm like a pen the way I post upon
These streets I get my gross up on, this a full length marathon
Merit who got demerits, bitch Iraqin' (I rackin) and they Babylon (babble on)

[Hook]