Lyrics
My thoughts are boss, anybody think they steppin to me, must gone and lost it,
A Hostage, you will be, mine with persision and envy you look at me, a beast, physically and mentally….so we’ll see
A hurricane, inside a circle of curses, worthless to the world, so it is impossible to hurt this, irk this, you might, but baby you won’t, I see though you like the fragile piece glass that you are,
Havin a ball, everything copasetic, you know slander is crime and homie you gon regret it, he said she said, someone find out who gon and said it, my first lp don’t break your neck runnin to get it,
Freak show case, so come and look through the glass, wheither I be lovin or be kickin some ass, the staring never stops so come have a pass, but know that when I get you in my clutches, that have your ass, twenty cents to get in, your life to come out, I got a head ache so don’t scream or shout, this thing builds up inside of me It’s time to get it out, so if you have a heart now I’m gon rip it out,
Not a cage that can surpress this rage, my body tries, but my mind prevails in the ending page, teather, when my being freys, my brain stays, and I start my wicket hypnosis all over again
And I ain’t afraid, to admit that to anybody anywhere,
And I voice my mind but I really dout that any care
If you feel the rhymes flowing through me,
Then throw up hands and lighters, if you don’t then sue me,
Disagree with the flow, and I know, that we could go, witness the battle of ghosts,
And I suppose, finally habits will grow, to the point of No, return, but in the process,
Try not to loose your soul
I’m all alone, with only one way home, and it’s uphill both ways,
Covered every inch in broken glass and stale lays, my eyes are glazed, I blast for days, if it happened then, then in the past it stays, a,
New kid on the block, I’m not foldin knots, and a hustla I’m not,
But you got to hear the skills that I got, I, bust flows and I, reap what grows, and I, fuckin suppose, that I’m, up in the know, if you,
Ever get the gaul to mess with the malign,
Then you will find, one fat kid, with 5 others behind,
Destructive forces, following you with eyes, behind paintings,
And be the scariest things you’ve seen, thus far in your life,
Hi, my name is grrness, and I have a problem,
My conscience eats at me when I dream, or when I’m conscious,
Subconscious, with a low self image, and your responsible,
So now it’s time to face the reaper man, I’ll see you in the hospital
Now comes the time in your life, when you measure, con to con,
Hope you choose the right one and end up just shy of the gone,
See your life pass by your eyes, and nothings sugar coated,
Hope floats, you know, yeah, but so does shit homie,
I got your fate, and guess what your boat is,
Not a tourist thang, unless you think the coroner is,
Splitting wigs, this is the bizz, but we get deep,
Philosophers of the future, let a kid speak,
And I ain’t afraid, to admit that to anybody anywhere,
And I voice my mind but I really dout that any care
If you feel the rhymes flowing through me,
Then throw up hands and lighters, if you don’t then sue me,
Disagree with the flow, and I know, that we could go, witness the battle of ghosts,
And I suppose, finally habits will grow, to the point of No, return, but in the process,
Try not to loose your soul
Disagree with the flow, and I know, that we could go, witness the battle of ghosts,
And I suppose, finally habits will grow, to the point of No, return, but in the process,
Try not to loose your soul
