Unsigned Unhyped

From the 845 to the 619
I could dim sunshines when I kick punch lines
Used to feel confined
Now I'm like a walking good luck shrine
People baffled that I’m still unsigned
I could care less bumping Sublime while I drunk wine
The bud's kind The world and this blunt's mine
Smoked DMT and seen King Tut dying
As a kid escaping cops was a fun time
Care free with young corrupt minds
Profits crucified on a plus sign
Ya’ll bums rhyme, I spit Orsini blood lines
Flames baptized pastors
Capsize factors and chastise rappers
SCVTTERBRVIN the slant eyed bastard
Known to spit the pain masked by laughter