Unfiltered thoughts pt.2

 Said I'm still writing, that's why they feel frightened. 

Tell Mount Olympus they're fucking with a real titan. 

If they say any disrespectful shit? I will strike 'em. 

Pow, right to the kisser. 

Take flight, with a fixer.... upper. 

It's another solid arrival for y'all trying to draw for the title 

So, call me your idol. 

You wanted an eyeful of raw, ah, I'll stick it all in your pie-hole. 

Break your jaw with a strike so... devastating

You'd think Kimbo Slice threw it... 

Yeah, took the jaw of yours n' punched right through it!
Looked through the other side of the hole and then widened it, more... 

Left the inside of it, sore. 

Ripped your ears off — you thought it was quiet before (smh) 

Silly you. But really, dude, I've been bored. 

Writing on forums doesn't have the same magic, so I'm migrated...

For no other reason, than igniting that fire

I've stored, inside of my core. 

Doesn't have the kickback like it use to. 

Kept the socket wrench in my pocket, since I've got some screws loose. 

And the whole woodshed in the back of my mind. 

Imagine the woodchipper from Fargo, when I'm rapping a line

I don't believe you actually heard me — I said I'm wrapping a lion...

Tell GG Allin he wasn't as nasty as I am 

The antithesis of classy; compliant. 

I blame the rap catastrophe for manufacturing Zion

So fascinating, it collapses the passage of time with

I'm past debating with cats relating their facts 

To some sect of religion, n' falling into the Atheist traps

The same way culture-vultures adopted our heritage, to ingratiate blacks

Which hasn't been lost on us in the slightest, yet they say to relax. 

What should I relax for? Forget a rap war.

There aren't reparations to receive when your privileges have been back-doored. 

Acting like I don't see the chains. 

Pay for your words — this isn't a free exchange. 

Refuse to read the script of the telegraph 

Got the battle scars on my avatar, going to hell and back. 

Me and my faculties are well-intact

When my options as a black man were being dead, or selling crack. 

You tell me what representation would've made sense? 

Go fight a war, when we don't even know who we're waging against. 

Played the game from every angle you can play it, I guess

Went to "Massah's" grave and did everything, outside of paying respects. 

Feel full, yet my soul's sleep deprived... 

Looking at me, trying to keep alive

Got my conscience on the shoulder — don't even know how he's alive. 

Looking at me, big, beady, eyes. 

The waves aren't as crazy, until you see it rise.