Possessed

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Izzy Mar

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No matter how I come to grips with this Mic on the stand
It's hard to overlook that I have your life in my hand
And the fact I can do whatever I choose with it
Anything that happens right after this is cause you did it
Friend, you tend to get a little confused with it
Nonetheless it's best you cherish every breath that you're given
The real reason I'm spitting is cause I feel a way
Question if you present tomorrow not why you're here today
Chat things could change in a snap like one flicker
To be more direct I'm just painting this one picture
I'm looney, I don't need to send goonies to come get ya
But to let you know your life could be altered by one nigga
Let son figure, since he knowing what's best
And leave it up to you to let him know I'm not one to test
It's unexpected, the shit a nigga do under stress
Don't be that fag that I'm putting to rest, cause nigga I'm possessed
Cause Nigga, I'm possessed
Like Damian or the Devil's advocate
Regardless I'm not granted safe passage into the Vatican
So if I'm ever hearing yap again
A 7 foot hole is what yo ass will be taking a nap up in
Every day I feel I'm losing control
Cause I feel a demonic force has a noose on my soul
As much as I fight, I still feel the crucial control
And it's taking over without letting loose on its hold
The more my inner light slips out, the darker it gets
That means every time it makes it more hard to convince
Me of not remaining on one side of a fence
For the rest of my life, word to the pros, cons and the quence
I'm so tense, as I'm clenching my fist
Makes me wanna commit the acts of a demon then be gone in a mist
I ain't A-Boogie with The Hoodie but I'm drowning
I'm just Izzy that get busy and keep it a thousand
Angel on my right but the devil on my left winning
As he whisper in my ear to kill him and left grinning
Cause Lucifer senses the rage and the worst in 'em
But the lord is like keep calm, it ain't that worth sinning
It's worth hurting 'em, with bullets dispersed in 'em
Tell 'em take his purse with 'em, when he nap and dirt hit 'em
Fucking maggot, yea you a fucking faggot
Oh your lil' slut ain't tell you I tuck the Ratchet?
Oh you'll really be fucked once I clutch the Hatchet
And bash it over head to leave slashes and gashes
And that's just the tip of the Iceberg
The ball's in my court so don't get hit with the right serve
Cause with this strike nerve I can show you what this Racquet about
I got discounts on headstones and I'm passing them out
I wait for that day to see myself dragging 'em out
Don't need lights and cameras to show you what this action about
Ugh!
Cause Nigga, I'm possessed
Looks just like a person that's lurking by gallows
Shit's worsened being I see him smirking in the shadows
Should I leave 'em or ask my mans to pass me the shovel
You got option B that earned you a dance with the Devil
The People of today, know not what they do
You have no idea of what people are capable of
How dark their world might be...
Or what they going through in that particular moment
And the lengths they'll go to under stress
To vex, ridicule, betray or intimidate is to ask the Devil himself to knock on your front door
We all have inner demons. Some are more easier to bring out than others

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