Guntitled

This is my playground

And I don't play around

I bust a grammar Glock and leave em lying face down

Ubi coming right behind me with that trait now

Any n every enemy better black his face out

Put em on, most pessimistic when pushing this

Pen-point accuracy, thundering to get back to the beat

Cause I'm bad to the B-O-N-E

Only prescribing that purple pill

Perpendicular to poison, that most certainly kills

Only realer than the real, with the skill to prevail

How I feel when it ain't all good

I got six for the holier than thou, my pen pal

Really wish ya'll would, would cop for the veteran

And keep on knockin' but we not gon' let em in

The question's rhetorical, give me a s-s-s-s-sentence

What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

You thought we'd stay the same

With a legacy to be lost

Never thoughts will f-f-f-fade away

Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

You thought we'd stay the same

What? Ya'll think we ain't gon' change

Thought we'd always stay the same? [x2]

They said we couldn't

We didn't get in our wish is granted

1, 2, 3 for the pen

Independent no disadvantage

This is Alanis, my rapping skills a jagged pill, swallow

Following since when Tribe Called Quest was rapping still

Now I'm back with the real

Keep all eyes on deck when I'm on Ces

We go way back like Biotech

My style fresh

When am I gon' get my dues?

I write off stress, imagine this icon upset

Turn the mic on and bless

Preaching power

Worship icons of death

From Anubis to Ra to South-Vietnamese coup d'etat

General D. and the chemical demons induce chaos

Like a suitcase bombing

Achmed and Jihad we been at odds

Set em off, better get em off

Never talk again when the pen is lodged

In your larynx seriously it's so hilarious, ha

Living off me vicariously, it's so American

Arrogant naïve, marinate and wear-in a cape

When Icarus got too close to the sun

The pa-pa-pa-paraffin gave, serenade!

It's the king of the king of the

Wait a minute, no

It's the prince of the city with the fatal sentence flow

Sadomasochistic rhythm, rippin 80 minute show

I'm supernatural, my sacrament

Is scraping from these dreidel spinning hoes

Whoa, I got an axe to grind, I got an axel in my mind

I wind it till I'm binded to the nickels and dimes

I drink until I'm spittin up slime

Till I wrinkle like a pickle and brine

I'm on a waterbed with your girl

30 minutes later, that's a ripple in time

My gun's may stop working but my missiles are fine

Hob-knobin' hot dollar sign budget

Kansas City traded Tony Gonzalez like fuck it

Fuck pushin these cheap tricks

Three things make money out in Kansas City

That's drugs, pussy and Jesus

B's itch and move the fuck over

Get ready for the Mac Lethal movie

Closing-liner rollercoaster motherfucker