владыка (Lord)

God, I ain't got no time for conversations with your God

This here simulation always twisted, it's so fucked

I know I lack patience, it's a trait I’d wish would rot

Stuck beside the faceless, swear to god, I've had enough

I gotta focus on me, told you I hold it discrete

I'm evolving controlling the speed

They know that Scar is a beast

I'm revolving my thoughts for the cheap

Stacks on me, tell you some facts on beats

Got a few tats, in fact I'm the last of the free

LXRDMAGE gang till there ain't no path on my feet (Feet)

What you get when you mess with the best

Say less, matter fact, take a guess

Either way, either way, left with the rest

Won't forget when you tried to gimme the kiss of death

2017, tryna make sign a mess

Now you motherfuckers couldn't catch up if I stopped to rest

Best of luck I know you need it all Law

Suited up and drowning in the wake of something you think you helped create

Fuck the suppressants, don't need no prescription

I'm lifted enough on my tangled ambitions

I killed myself so many times in the past

I don't know who I am but I'm still on the mission

They hate pace when the pace get's great

Leveled up a level just by hiding my face

Show me your mental but there's a time and a place

Creeping on the devil with a 9 to his fact

Did it all with a whole lot of work

But I really gotta admit it a minimal effort

Is needed to generate a hate or love

That some of the most plaguing daily creators are treating

As one in the same long as it’s keeping a name

In the brains of the games

Most dedicated donators, haters, lovers all the same

What the fuck? Line them all up

One by one, I'll slaughter them

Let it fall to ash, let the hope pass

Keep it in check with the foot on the gas, see it fly past

Never been following rules, nigga, fuck that

I'm doing this shit with the gang, we can't fall back

Put 'em under another one of the hundred and one thumbs

Times up bitch, say anything

Pick your poison, drink it up boys