Foolish

Some quote scriptures But parrots quote grimm scriptures Are made from scratch, my mind floats And I got War scars, war scrapes from war skit's Rhymes souped-up like lentil to show my Mental is not accidental My world revolves ‘cause it’s autocratic My guns revolve, but some are automatic Vision beyond the optical needed When living prodigal Sleep with third eye open or Get clipped like a cuticle Conditional choices stable or critical "Who lives? Who dies? Who Strives?" is so political Young street champs stripped of belts In pistol title shots Heavyweight division, KO’s No split decisions Giuliani referees this hellhole But he don’t give a Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows Drug sweeps, bullets fly Bloods splot blotches Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured Held hostage Actions brutal beyond belief but authentic Rhymes genuine, thoughts are anti-synthetic Attempt to get Jurassic Plant shit back prehistoric Roach niggas are morbid from my Acid thoughts of boric Kidnapped, snatched, ran off No self-extortion shit’s Creek They seek demands of financial portions Six Million Dollars, nigga Like you’re Steve Austin ‘Cause if they really love you That’s how much love is costing Or death will be puzzled jigsaw fate, chopped Up, distributed body parts In different states Take you to spots that nobody knows Curiosity grows as you decompose Lord have mercy, Percy bagged up in Jersey But don’t curse me six million ways to die But none of them could hurt me aw Fuck! I’m stuck in the desert And I’m thirsty call- -ing Black Jesus "Help! Red Devils disturbing me!" but I’ma Rise look into my eyes it’s hard to Survive when your mother and father Dies you try suicide, but all you do is cry Wrist bleeding, who do I believe In? Looking through satan’s eyes I start hating God for no reason Why do I feel this way? Every day, living in Darkness, I never ever see the Bright of day i hide Away from the sun and come out at night Squeeze squeeze the steel tight ‘cause If it ain’t real, it ain’t right Now I’m up to no good Big shorty from the hood almost died twice But I don’t think that I could last Five years Did five bids i hope I don’t have to do a 25- -to-life bid i gotta live Gotta feel the braille locked in jail Cut a nigga throat to get a cell Black DOOM, Black DOOM, getting it Done in a room, selling crack boom Crack boom from the sun to the moon Big up the jig is up swig up Chop a nigga up But first have him schedule a pick up If you ask me They’re all a bunch of sick pups Always seem to repeat the Same stuff like hiccups Nowadays, the game is all bugged out Phony like back when Hammer tried To come thugged out Stop it he pulled files like Coppit Out from under the feet of The clowns that pop shit Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle Don’t fit no type of profile psychological Any last words? Time’s up like Boggle The Supervillain run ‘em like Hamburglar "Robble robble!" another one asked him "Could I hold the microphone?" He said, "Sorry My brother you gots to get your own!" Set the tone even though he’s already known When he get the rock He rock on like Shep Pettibone On the downstroke, "Good day, townsfolk! Thank you for your vote And you all get a pound of smoke!" The dro soon to blow don’t make ‘em wait ‘til noon to know The Villain’s been doing flows since many Many moon ago