Five Fingers of Death

See
I'm leaving the people in awe
Listen to me, you'll believe in a god
But I'm figuring out what is right and whats wrong
I stress and rely on igniting my bong
This is the time that I'm writing my songs
I'm craving the danger
I spit and its bomb
Born in a manger so marys my mom
My flow is a legacy
Carry it on
Wait for the day that I make a mistake
Patiently wating to make an escape
Yet I'm changing the faces
In which ima break
Then I realized we are all the same and relate
I sick of the fakes and I'm sick of the liars
I use them as bait to attract in some tigers
My talent will make what the people desire
I spit it so great that I'm starting a fire
I'm flipping the script
And I'm dipping the whip
With a chick but that ain't it
Not high enough for this shit
Someone pass a hit
You ain't masculin
You acting it
I'm gassing it
Like flatchulence
Or gas when I be passing it
An activist surpassing any passionate
Rapper on the mic
No need to say it twice
Gamble off my talent
In the planet
Like a fucking game of dice
Skitzo is the mental rude dude
He is never nice
Practiced witchcraft and voodoo
Almost every night
Now I'm sitting in my garage
I wish I had a basement
A place for the vacant statements
That I am erasing
And seeing all these artists
Who just started fucking failing
I'm scared that I'll flop
When a record deal is waiting
But still I put my all
Into everything I do
Yo I'll beat the fucking beat
Until it's turning black and blue
I'll attack and bruise anyone
And that's including you
If I face the struggle bitch
I'll continue moving through
HAH
Hoping the people
Will notice me
Waking up
Then I will go to sleep
Yo I stand out
I'm a rapper without the golden teeth
Or old goatee
Let's be real people
No posing please
Or I'll Steph Curry your ass
By fucking throwing frees
And knowing me I'll sacrifice everything I had
Over stupid arguments
And other shit that made me mad
My career pisses me off
But still it makes me glad
You don't know a scare
Until your girlfriend
Thinks that you're a dad
But I'm moving forward
Ain't never looking back
And I'm choosing to be immortal
Bitch that's a solid fact
A acknowledge good artists
And I smack all the wack
It's a drastic attack
They're dramatically bad
But I'm back from the dead
With a pad and a pen
Sent to raise hell
Upon the earth
And the heaven
Resurrect another reveran
Who was dead from sin
Just so I can say
I helped out the fellow brethren
HAH
Fuck what you feel
And
Fuck your emotions
Fuck all the people
Who just doubted
Your devotion
Tried to knock you down
Instead of giving you
Promotion
Until your dedication
Was failing and finally broken
I'm not even joking
When I say that you're a bitch
You're like 20 years old
And still drinking with the kids
You needa find a girl
Turn her to a Mrs. from a Ms
Instead of swearing
You could hit
But in reality
You missed
All these people
From the past
They just see me
With the fame
Instead of saying
"Hey skitzo bro I think your musics great"
They just jump to conclusions
And begin to fucking hate
Or they tell their friends
That im a dick
They knew me way back in the day
But you have betrayed my ass
You stepping on me
Like a blade of grass
Never gave a fuck
Until it came with cash
Play it back
Yo the roads as bumpy
As my razor rash
Face the facts
Spit and attack a track
Like I'm trailer trash
But if I'm trailer trash
Ima need a needle and a razor back
Rapping on the beats
That were made way back
Changing the faces
Who spit lame rap
Honestly
I'm the god to your prodigy
People just worship and honor me
Critics just seem to be on to me
Cuz I'm different they think ima wannabe
So they're causing me to go harder
Said fuck dreams
And I threw this shit farther
All I needed
Was a push
And a kickstarter
With more tricks in my sleeve
Then Harry Potter
Fuck your daughter
Fuck your father
Fuck anyone who thinks they're hotter
Fuck my girl if she's cheating and I caught her
It's not her fault all the shit he friends taught her
Tweaking off of beats
Like a lyrical fiend
For you to succeed
It's a miracles dream
How can you kill what's already deceased
Rap is a puzzle
And I am a piece
150K
Yet I'm only 17
Shooting arrows at the crowd like my name was Everdeen
If you ever wanna battle then you need a better team
Cuz you got me FUCKED up
Like I was snorting Ketamine
I'm out