Im coming back
like a 59 Cadillac
On the track
With the facts
Ya know i never slack
The only cracks in my sack
That
And when i hit it with a wooden bat
When I'm banging heads
I tell ya where it's at
Blood red and a loaded gat
Undead And the record mad
Paid the price gave it all i had
When I'm cutting up
I'm gutting all the fat
Breaking bones with the stones
When i write a rap
And when i breathe my last
Heart beaten fast
Clasped to the glass
I can hear the past
Gasp
When you hear my cast
Curse on the verse
Kick another ass
And when the feelings pass
Falling in ya lap
You can feel it in the wind
When i bust a cap
then i set the trap
Laid it in the grass
Twigs splitting wigs
Take an acid bath
Seal it on the ink
With a pen and pad
Written on the pages
Like a treasure map
And when i change it up
You can feel it cut
Running outta luck
With the coffin shut
Fuck
I wrote it in the mud
Have i had enough
Fate dealt the cards and the dealer ducked
I'm gripping and twisting the system
The rhythm got in em n blurring my vision
I hit em to all that'll listen I'm spitting my venom
N ripping the books and the pages that's in em