Blood in the Ink

But something's amiss, what doesn't fit? Something's a disconnect, something's a fib Something is nothing like what it should spin What if I'm cut and there's blood in the ink? Slit wrists, written in red, but I'll never let this sin get into my head I been stitching this set like a vision of death, and I've given my breath to this animus, bent On becoming the one thing that can't be suppressed...I've been blessed I'm a written religion, I'm sick and I live in contempt and regret, so sever my head God dammit...so I might never know the brighter side Even though I write these rhymes like iv's drip my mind right to the Page out my veins, pained in a crisis with my life in lines This is the only way I know how to stifle all the strife inside I spit the sickest raps after picking brittle scabs And bloodletting a flood, every pump begets a track So fuck the fickle "facts" from these punks pitching trash Cuz my blood is in like every lyric sung, it's a wrap I've invested myself in my music too deep through beats Over which I've wrote and I've spewed speech, looseleaf And I don't ever want a new creed My chemical components are as dope as what you shoot, g That heroin, I'm heroic in the flow I'm barking Arsenic in my arteries, I'm motioning to notes in harming Harmonies, they're part of me, I'm coping with the dark in me Arguably my hardened heathen heart is charred from scarring heat (YES) Clinically depressed with a brilliant mind Cuz I'm filled with rhymes and I'm about to steal your shine Run, I've killed ill lines like a billion times And I can put you outta ya misery, euthanize your time signature I'm Saucie sizzle, I'll drizzle in the beer you're drinking Trickle in toxins sick from my awesome lyricism I twist up a tourniquet, pick my perfect pocket pen and script it I'm Inking this quill with vividness, thrills, and mixing venom with this blood I'm buried in the underground, scary sinners, other sounds Ain't no listens when I drop shit, hot scripts isn't what it's about But something's amiss, what doesn't fit? Something's a disconnect, something's a fib Something is nothing like what it should spin, what if I'm cut and there's blood in the ink? Uh...So what if I've been cut up So What if I've been pummeled to a bloody pulp, what up? What if all the fucked up rubbish that I come up With isn't what you thought it was and blood is what it comes from? So every seething speechless me screaming Is teeming with feed for leeches, keep bleeding And bleating on beats, the GOAT? Who's he? Fleeting This scene is a demon, Tisse is deep breathing