Corrupted Visions: This Is My Mission
Check It.........
I'm in position to have you listen so this is my mission
Leave mc's missin cuz I chrissin every single division
Takin body parts an makin'em better call me a mortician
I work wit the dead broke and give'em a pot to piss in
Helpin others be enrichen, black, white, spic or rican
Wealthless brother victims, backs tight ripped & bitten
Tracks I write never skippen when the musics riffen
If this was a football game you kno my D 4ever bliztin
I'll never let up the pressure less I get up and bless ya
First words impressed ya, letters of bullets adress ya
Can't dodge my verbal agression, I got herbal discretion
Legal ability to smoke weed I know...aint it depressin?
You wish for my position while I sit and watch u wishin
You spit to wash the dishes the worlds sick & awfully visious
Fuckin quick an often bitches they get quickly out my kitchen
Evict me out the riches pick me giftless or quit ya bitchin
Swift wit Smithon, put'em to ya head is a depressin decision
But the Wesson is itchin, but I'm only oppressin the twitchin
I get to rippin, the whole industry's nothin you heard me
Head a weapon, the dust trees snuffin your whole clergy
Your whole crew, can do absolutely nothin to save you
You a brave dude, but my gurl set you up and played you
Cuz you can't come close to me, like I was the President
See nobody's skills matchin' me, and that's shits evident
I ravage brains when my havoc rains in savage pain
Stabbin frames, get the picture? u can have the game
I'm out, wit knock outs no doubt, I stop shout & sprout
Revolve about pout, sore fuckin loser I drop out ur snout
