Sinking Ships

Lyrics

I was sitting on the porcelain minding my bizz;
All of a sudden my mouth had the shits;
It was verbal diarrhea everytime that I spit;
I keep my knowledge locked & stored on a chip;
I would work out my brain to keep it sharp and fit;
Got it so jacked it made any other muscle its bitch;
So I bought a coupe & cane for my brain
& made it my pimp ;
Traded hood rats thoughts for some higher concepts like a high class chick;
I Went real savage & toughened up my wits;
I was like a captain with 1 leg & a limp;
So I Tied up the weak & sank it with the ship;
Made my Focus so clear & my vision so rich;
I'm Done wasting my time hanging with shrimp.
I see the whole perspective; not just a little glimpse;
Everything feels calm but yet so intense.

Melt all the days stress away & relax
Control your future by knowing the past
If you learn to do that;
Your frontal lobes will react;
When i spit my out my raps, I only use facts
I do it for me and the passion I have;
Created deep from my soul; tearing up animal raps;
Set yourself apart when find your own path
Travel the map and do all math;
I choose to do it alone and break from pack;
Alway stay true get rid of the wack;
Focus ahead and never look back;
Don't be afraid to take a new chance;
If you can do that; any opps thats you have;
You will conquere, defeat & outlast!

Now Im Fresh & alive I got to get up and act wild;
Making my life the dopest freestyle;
I'm grining all day to see beautiful smiles;
Im not a player I dont need no title;
Im speaking it real; I dont need no weak rivals;
Your playing games to up your levels & vitals
Meanwhile;
My Rhymes stay lit & authentic like its all tribal;
Bars are always top shelf and supreme in these isles.
I fly sky high; to ease all the miles.
Paving the way for my future arrival .
Keep it so lit; I'm like Dopes biggest idol;
Raps are so wired & styled;
They'll put you on hold ; Make your thoughts so slow had to put mine lines on the top of speed dial.
Leaving no traces for the opps on my files.
Reflecting the bright shine;
From these bars like solid gold tiles.
Got You Eating my words like a fat obese child;
Verses are on fire; cant keep them mild.
Every line is a kill shot with a P T R riffle;
I aim for the neck & take out the spinal;
Leaving these words with no chance of survival.