Subperior

[Verse 1]
As I walk through the valley o' the shadow o' death
I realize slowly that the reign of the left
Gotta dig myself out a hole I made a long time ago
It's the standard story
Too much death, too many wrong bets
Took a dive with the wrong skip
Burned too much green on wrecks
But I told you now I'm done with that flex
I'm ready to move on from these lean effects
Can't do shit when I'm mean at best
So, what's the point on me doin' this if
Generally all I do is wake up in the day
And straight awake get myself biffed
Then my mind shuts down
And I don't see how
I can sort my life out like this
'Cuz at the moment
I'm all over the place trying to run this race
Without knowing to go next

(My mind is a brick)

[Verse 2]
Take a left turning or the right one
Which one's right
I don't know
But either way
It's the next stage in a hype run
This is my life son
Got decks to phase
So I'm unlike any other guy
Except 'cuz I scraped all my strife
Comes to the surface
So imagine that
For a living
All you doing is spitting bout' the fact
That you got no purpose

[Verse 3]
So I'm sitting at the bottom of a hole
Trying to find a ladder in the zone
So I can make a quick escape
Trying to find my way
To that little place
Where I can say that I put that shit behind me
And started a new phase
No longer will I be grimey like you, waste
And they know who they are
And if they don't work hard
Then they're gonna end up falling back in the race
Second place won't do for me
Every time I spit bars
I just wanna bruise a beat
But that's just the impact
That you get from
Burning zoots and being a waste generally
Now I had enough of that shit
So I better pack shit up
And get back to this rapping stuff
'Cuz people seem to like it
When I'm on the mic
It gets the crowd hyped and I can't get enough

(My mind is a brick)

[Verse 4]
Right
Now I'm set
All I gotta do now is come through
With the goods at the end of the bet
That I made with myself
That I've got to improve my bars and my health
'Cuz there's no point in me
Doing this
If I'm gonna shoot and miss
With a flimsy L
If I'm coming through the fight
Then I'm gonna do it right
And build a fat one and smoke it straight to hell