Standing Alone

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MC Drastyck Meaxurez

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You're born alone
And you die alone
And this world
Just drops a bunch of rules
On top of you
They like to forget
Those facts
But I never forget
I'm living like there's
No tomorrow
Because there isn't one

A yo
I'm standing alone
Yeah
And I will handle you all
Damage you all
These niggahs reaching out
With their hands for the throne
Yeah
I got my hands on your throat
On that note
I'm a squeeze
Till it's broke

A yo
I'm standing alone
Yeah
And I will handle you all
Damage you all
These niggahs reaching out
With their hands for the throne
Yeah
I got my hands on your throat
On that note
I'm a squeeze
Till it's broke

This independent
Veteran with the pen
Got thoughts settling
In my macrocephalus head again
Open the door
And let me in
I'm never negligent
With my intent
Brooklyn resident
A.O.M. CEO
CFO and president
You're on my nerves
Pressing
And the pressure
Got me seeking
Music as medicine
I'm lyrically menacing
Mesmerizing
And memorizing
Each method
I'm inventing
Sipping multiple mimosas
And craving Mexican
This Puerto Rican
Yes
Was born for teaching
And talk is cheap
And you are more than weak
And you'll be gone
Before the weekend
The pressure I'm applying
Leaves you weakened
It's all increasing
I am more than decent
You will fall into the descent
Your awkward speaking
Is even more the reason
For me to cut you off
You're soft
Put a halt
To your unfortunate breathing
I offer sleep
And have you off and sleeping
The hate
You couldn't even form reason
Which is even
More than treason

A yo
I'm standing alone
Yeah
And I will handle you all
Damage you all
These niggahs reaching out
With their hands for the throne
Yeah
I got my hands on your throat
On that note
I'm a squeeze
Till it's broke

A yo
I'm standing alone
Yeah
And I will handle you all
Damage you all
These niggahs reaching out
With their hands for the throne
Yeah
I got my hands on your throat
On that note
I'm a squeeze
Till it's broke

Post apocalyptic
Like the Fist of the North Star
Exotic rhymes
To cash in on
I could spit out a sports car
Enlist the war god
Whos thoughts scar
Bystanders
And explode like mortars
A lone star
And guru
Like Gang Starr
But f*ck Solar!
Cold hearted
Blood remains polar
No telling
What truths you dig up
In my bone yard
Yes, I go hard
So hard
It's interesting
It really interests me
How you could turn up dead
Like Fort Hood
U.S. Army infantry
Looking for fame
Receiving infamy
Hunting those
After the throne
Claiming they have it in for me
I run mother fuckers over
When they say they ran into me
I've come to the conclusion
This institution
Is all an illusion
Russian collusion
Pedophilia
Police shootings
And through it all
I remain the truest
And bring you
What truth is

A yo
I'm standing alone
Yeah
And I will handle you all
Damage you all
These niggahs reaching out
With their hands for the throne
Yeah
I got my hands on your throat
On that note
I'm a squeeze
Till it's broke

A yo
I'm standing alone
Yeah
And I will handle you all
Damage you all
These niggahs reaching out
With their hands for the throne
Yeah
I got my hands on your throat
On that note
I'm a squeeze
Till it's broke

You're born alone
And you die alone
And this world
Just drops a bunch

You're born alone
And you die alone
And this world
Just drops a bunch

You're born alone
And you die alone
And this world
Just drops a bunch

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