Optional minds get auctioned off
Like cars and bars/
Check the stock I hold
Wit the likes of silver and gold/
Chose flows but poverty is in me never saw
Nothing but bugs coming outta my wallet/
Hold the talk for the balance news and shit
Spit a full clip of lyrics into it/
Now niggaz wanna get on the dick
Thinking it’s just a magic trick and
They won’t be called groupies shit/
Somber guarded garters barter these martyrs
Word to these authors importing coffins to soften the mysterious/
Spitting wizardry infinitely they try n become reborn
Scorned from death I mourned wit my lips bitten and torn/
Stitches heal the physical but the soul will be forever remain cold
Froze off the halos acorns bomb shell size the spits I use as bullets/
Now I’m heavenly Beverly mason check the case by case basis
Facing these miles wit these so-called racists I don’t shit/
I just grip the pen rip through theories and bury there emcees
It’s a battle between creed and the lives they bleed/
Fuck feeding the machine I’ll feed it sprockets knocking out stars
Open up hearts like lockets you cannot plot this the way I rock this/