Originally Posted by
Mantra
Ashes to the darkest place in my mind might write in the wind
Spit in the sin, winded by the cigars smoking doped up off the twisted teas
Spit flames in trees, had to spread like cancer cross the rap scene
Hang heads like a bat upside down
Busted crown clutching taken token made broken
Get repaired I come back striking back HARD
Long coated clone never that
I hold nothing back when I begin to flip it down your throat with drano
Emcees trying to test but they dared the best even
Chess pieces be my thesis by how I feed this beast
Roast e’m over stoves heated by molten lava
Closed off ya cabasa so you can’t think it thru
Rip through crews few brews sipped
can you feel the ledge or you gonna lose ya grip
spit K’s like rod’s in the grey had to lay it lower than the sewer system
I hunt cha like killer croc’s and lizards crack e’m open like gizzards
Or fizzle out in the flesh with no firecrackers
Sold out down the classic leaving rappers looking plastic like bimbos’ do
Everything fake these days…
The image, the lyrics and the credits given when your ghost got ghosts
Who the host when you get roasted on America’s got talent
Where you can’t even balance beam it like you participating in the Olympics