no breaks on this bi***

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Everyday is a struggle Sun im sick of this rumble. Like a helpless bug about drown in a puddle, panic mode kicks in, I got the strength within, for me to abandon my talent would be a f***in sin. I got what it takes to be one of the best, think how many emcees can you connect wit like this. Im makin little cash and never rap about my necklace. Is that the type of sh*** you mutha f***az want? I whip a Eddy Bauer, wit a diamond flooded ankh, but still when I get home Im hungry as f***. I spit for the money, my motivations cash, I spit for the free drinks and unfulfillin sex. I stare at the future cuz im afraid to look back. I had mad opportunity, instead I went to prison. I believe in the teaching of Louis Farrakhan, I see my reflection in the 120 lesson. Ignore skripture, I put fancy things before food clothing, shelter. So now im have to rap myself right outta this hole. If I don’t make this months rent I wont have a home, You so used to listenin to emcees bullshit, you prolly don’t believe half of the sh*** im singin. I wouldn’t lie, instead im brutally honest, and for those who respect it, I’ll have your full honor. Now ride wit me, Im that new type of rapper, wit a mutha f***in cause. I give you the fuel to fight back usin bear’s claws. It’s all hypothetical, im holdin one piece and cant find the whole puzzle. Im as lost as you is, but I natural born leader kid. You got lots to learn though. Don’t waste time, tryin to lead those that won’t follow. They go against your flow, They cause lack of production, they don’t see the machine and the way it all functions. Whether you lost your job, or your girl left you broken, feel like someone passed away and you can’t hold it. Focus your mind on your ambitions in due time, you’ll pay em back, watchin you succeed, watchin you become everything they said you couldn’t be. You cried it all out, and there’s no sign weakness left now, for the past month, not maintaining your health. You got the heart of a lion Sun, you been trickin yourself. Now welcome to the debacle, the underground spectacle, I’ll boost two decibels, if that’s what it takes to rattle you. Taddow, I know you love me know. This golden era, eats coast, underground style. They makin all the cheddar, but I make this muzic better, PH said things about to turn around for us brodda, I’ll take the rusty .45 over the new Beretta. I rock black hoodies, while they stay in them pretty sweaters. I want the fancy shit, but for now it’s all real. Can’t stop this crazy ride, like a train on cold steel. Doin 90 mad drunk, wit no man behind the wheel. Everything is brand new, im so addicted to this thrill. Like when you hit 14, and chicks let you cop a feel. I disburse more energy than a alpha blue eel. If It don’t happen today then it’s bound to happen tomorrow, when we cash in sun, wave bye bye to them sorrows. A new found energy, a darkness that escapes me, im the brightness that shines through this transparent canopy. F*** a solid set of some heavy ass brass knuckles, I’ll grip a golden scarab and meditate till you crumble. When you hit a certain level, you just stopped bein humble. Remember we had a pact, to keep it real on some basement shit. You sold the f*** out, a pig that didn’t fly straight and look now, who’s sellin out crowds, albums lay’s down, wit the weight, to cause quake in the underground. Sun im bankin, you were one of them elements that swore I wouldn’t make it, like Hannibal, I ride elephant back, and just take shit. For some its nottin scarier, re-birth of the golden era. Osiris on the rise, better close them eye’s Sun, or go blind go blind, watchin me glide over the horizon.