Grin

[Verse 1]
Yeah, your average extraordinary citizens
Inhale the pain reliever play the ether take the venom in
Get the pen, put it to the paper hook it cooking vapors
Rising from the pot just like my stock when I'm pursued by haters
But I invite em in they vitamins when I get in this violent state of mind
And take the time to make your vitals end
Lyrically bully physical and spiritually cynical
A prick is what he is don't do submissions do he (nah)
Ain't no tapping you gon' have to break it drop 'em
Aftermath of murder half the staff decapitate the problem
Hear the guillotine, the illest team
When the ring Conor hit the chronics bought em probably copped a fifth of drink
Thats how much I care about a prize I want your head
Nothing personal but you ain't versatile enough you dead
The hearse don't go and take a cold one to another grave
Who soak and own it, he was no opponent just a bug I sprayed

[Chorus]
Man I'mma do this thing like I know how
And they waiting for the day that I go down
And I like to let em play like they gon' win
Then I look the other way and I just grin
Let em make a move and slip
Let em drop the ball make em rich, you make em flinch
I'mma stop em all, I know they be talking slick
And I'mma make a trip
I will find you

[Verse 2]
A pitiful display of individuals who pay for music
That is Judas to the tunes that we produce today
We used to play the radio and bump a classic
Nowadays they don't know the meaning, ignorant as they can manage
Don't brandish your weapons or come out your mouth with insanity, steppin left
Less you want to be the target regarded as second best
Turn the knobs and make it raw like I draw with a Etch A Sketch
Shake and scrap it if it ain't got the passion to dead the rest
Oh they say the game is real they have it backwards
Welcome to the land of sketchy deals and manufactured rappers
And I try to play the record still but can't if blackened standards
Its a cancer that I get to kill they which I stack cadavers
Flip a switch and off you
Don't pretend that you a criminal cause you a soft dude
Kicking your little subliminals assume you dog food
Cause I kick it in the legion of what you would call doom

[Chorus]
Man I'mma do this thing like I know how
And they waiting for the day that I go down
And I like to let em play like they gon' win
Then I look the other way and I just grin
Let em make a move and slip
Let em drop the ball make em rich, you make em flinch
I'mma stop em all, I know they be talking slick
And I'mma make a trip
I will find you