So high up in the air, I careen through the ceiling Make a pile of shit seem so appealing... it's all an act... and people are filming... we talk about the mainstream when the streets are fulfilling... but deep down this media's what speaks to the children...
I come, sprouting out speech...venomous, with carnage and mayhem... a dialect of bars that are like sparring when I discharge it and aim em'... Viciously barricading the opposition inside a hole designed to hold some of the lowest minds below... like yo Time will show what was heeded of me. I needed to be. Feverishly working with a mind to rid the likes of you people Who blindly follow like the sheep finding its way back to the Steeple. Nah, we're not gonna go there with that today. A facade, capped away in a a lab, practiced with that cliche. Pick up where I left off. Almost like a quest, dog. Roaming the exploratory for a soul, I can get lost. Boosie rappers forget odds, I'm quick to get even and kill it. Seeded so deep in the roots even the demons can feel it. That's why I freely conceal it, a pill I've be eating, I'm willing to kill off a couple more before I flea from the building. So high up in the air, I careen through the ceiling M...