Quarter Line

Story time
What the fuck even is a quarter line
There ain’t no touch on this phone of mine
Mind switching back and forth, borderline
I’ve done things that are called a crime
But almost everyone has, so I’m solid, fine
I’m living happy at this point of time
No expression, I’m avoiding mime
They try to jack me of my own style
Imma kill ‘em, without a proper trial
They look up to me, like I’m an idol
But I don’t think I deserve that title
I put a rifle through your spinal cord
For my arrival, kick in the final door
This rap game is a suicidal war
What you all starting riots for?
Just keep quiet this is survival, or

You’ll be put in the lion’s den
I’ll keep rapping till my dying end
They think they’re records, but they’re buying sins
They follow the mainstream, they're riding dicks
I guess I’m gonna be the one fighting them
Imma spit fire, 'till I’m a fire bender
Karma’s a bitch, I’m the guy who send her
You all put yourself at the center
Of the universe, but you better surrender
‘cuz when I’m cleaning up, I ain’t tender
I’ll put all you bitches in my big ass blender
And see what comes out, certainly no inventor

What the fuck even is a ghost writer
All these fake bitches got me fucking tired
An authentic game is all I desire
Just put out the shit that you, yourself like
And came up with, I’m earning buckets
Of respect, all you bitches can suck it
This ain’t no fuck shit, I ain’t got lucky
I’m working my ass off to get this running
You feel reluctant to share you money
With all the people you love
That shit for me make you a punk bitch

Sorry
I’m getting funky
Producer is Clyde
And they calling me Bonnie
I’m the smart one, you are the dummy
You’re nothing but a chubby puppy: lovely
Fuck me, this getting bloody
I gotta represent for my country
I put weed and liquor in my body
I apologize, this shit gets ugly, honey

Nobody knows what te fuck I am on
Not even me
I tend to smoke when I’m alone
Por aquí
I gotta turn up my social skills
All I’ve been doing are solo drills
My bars are iron, they’re made of steal
They hot as if I put em on the grill, well
Take it easy? Hell no
I put on laces, you put on Velcro
Got no wifi on my cellphone
What are you ringing my bell for?
I’m smoking weed and it stops my cell growth
But at least I’m feeling mellow

I am original, you are all echos
Bumping through the crowd, using my elbows
I’m getting numb and I’m dancing to techno
You all mainstream puppets, like Elmo
Not even alive, I’m in Death Row
Never knew how being alive felt, so

I ain’t afraid of dying
I speak the truth, you go straight to lying
I got a fist and it’s made of iron
They all questioning my state of mind
Bye