KILLSHOT 2

LexNour radical infliction Way I rap is an addiction Placin' words onto this paper Was a tactical decision I was chosen by the gods To merge the worlds and heal the children While maintaining my humility And killin' off the image Of a weak ass, punk ass‚ selfish ass Rapper who ain't never gave A fuck about humanity Every single nigga talkin' down on Me has never put a second into treating any Fan like they family It's fucking up my sanity Niggas even had the audacity to speak on Me and say I didn't defy gravity Merge two galaxies‚ could crack The whole code And turn the mainstream niggas into it's Dax This rap shit is a religion You get hated if you do somethin' different Everybody's faking personalities and Differing capacities While Iying just to elevate an image Individuality is actually a fallacy And niggas gettin' famous off These motherfuckin' gimmicks Meanwhile‚ I'm broke 'cause I Talk about the shit People need that'll actually make A motherfuckin' difference So I'm finna pivot, revisit Rethink my whole image Bend time and defy all the physics Nigga this is mainstream rap That is consciously invisible Indicative of ancient hieroglyphics Nigga this is vivid‚ wicked, sick And prolific My thoughts all belong in the clinic Next to the doctors prescribing you pills Who've been' sayin' you're sick when You're really just gifted I was inspired by the greats‚ Illuminated by the hate I understand what is real and I Can smell what is fake I cut the grass in my city when They said I wouldn't make it Just to witness their reactions and to See all of the snakes I bend, don't break, I'm 98 On the Richter, I can make the earth quake My wrist's frozen, that's frosted, no flakes That's great, go back, nah niggas too late So this is a killshot, killshot, killshot Killshot every motherfucker gon' die I can rap circles 'round The whole rap industry With two closed eyes, both hands hogtied I can turn a fat bitch skinny A broke nigga rich And give sight to a man that's blind Meanwhile, ask the most important Question in the world Are you dying to live, or you livin' to die? God worked for six days and took A break on the seventh I added five more to it And still worked the eleventh Adam and Eve taught a nigga like Me not to trust no Bitch 'cause she might trick me Right out of heaven I had dinner with the devil Went to lunch with a reverend Fucked a stripper in an alley then I took her to breakfast Just to prove I was a savage and to Show my ex bitch I ain't a pussy Hell yeah I had to teach her a lesson Realistically it's about eight months till' Your boy finna blow I just got off tour like fifty-five shows Come fall, I'm about to do fifty-five more And typically I don't ever reply to a nigga that's broke Pussy lil' niggas you don't want smoke If you didn't know then now you know Uh, facts with it, I'm mad gifted I'm going back to back, back with it You half-witted You niggas sayin' I ain't mad wicked You mad twisted I'm rappin' words, I make 'em mad vivid Just admit it I got a bunch of niggas mad livid They addicted i hit rodeo and get mad Fitted, get mad liquid, i hit- Man fuck it Don't even try to say I ain't the best I ain't phased by you niggas Got it tatted on my neck So this a killshot, killshot, killshot Killshot every motherfucker gon' die I can rap circles 'round The whole rap industry With two closed eyes, both hands hogtied I can turn a fat bitch skinny A broke nigga rich And give sight to a man that's blind Meanwhile, ask the most important Question in the world Are you dying to live, or you livin' to die? Or you living to die? Or you living to die?