Flatlines

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