It's about patience ^ , I know... I've dealt with his type before n' he doesn't strike accord...
I was Built Tough, just like a Ford'... He's a fashion designer - Michael Kors
I'm a passionate rhymer. I told him to kick rocks, cause I don't rap for a 'minor'...
This cat's a vagina (pussy), that will get his ass clocked, after the timer.
Catch me... like Bruce Almighty, parting his wig like he did
his soup special at the back of a diner, as a friendly rapping reminder
he doesn't hold the same weight as me. And he can put that in the back of his binder...
Because I've mastered the finer aspect of killing his lack-luster liners...
But back to being me, because there's nobody else.
My composure excels, composing Mozart motions from stellar portraits of self...
Poetry dealt with no overzealous emotion, an ocean of...
single-cell organisms formed into stealth... enough warmth to make their formula's melt...!!!!
Then I (Breathe) like Fabolous said.
I'm far gone, no longer battle for cred.
Jihadist John, too many innocents that I've had to behead.
But not ONCE did I have to hide.
That darker me, is already trapped inside.
So cats feel that, aside from my impacting pride.
Canadian rapper, everything after that's been Classified.
A mastermind. Painting a picture of faces in archaic scripture.
Then displaying it... because they wanted that look.
They wanted free thought, but that "thought" was not in the book.
Creative minds think a-like, but I'm not like most people...
That rubrics cube brain of mine, doesn't stay align.
So if I say a line. You more than likely have to read it
again to understand the way it rhymed.
A marvelous creature of crafting art like a on the ball teacher.
Faster than the speed of sound, but had to dumb it down...
so it could become an audible feature.
Clashing with melody.
Laughter to deal with the pain of feeling insane, concealing my brain.
Food for thought when the meal's the same.
The third wheel in the lane, hitched to the trailer
peeling the stainless steel from the chain!
To high up to ever kneel to their plain.
So it wasn't a matter of channeling this...
Notoriety off of my image to hit their panel...
... with the ammo affixed.
Deadlier than the ISIS clan in the mix.
Grabbing a gay man n' making em' stand before
they throw him off of a roof to watch him land in a ditch...
Then sending the free press camera pics...
on Instagram of them surrounding that SAME MAN, with their fists...
clenched tightly, both hands full of bricks...
It's sickening. I'm the barbaric bar-pairing mischief in
the same sense of their militia picking men to start killing them.