[VERSE I - ODYSS3Y]
I'm rocking Tommy Hilfiger, consider
I'm sicker than drugs and the liquor, I be at that shit, I'm the winner
The beat is my dinner, the heavy hitter
I ain't a dealer, but I will deliver, more iller than some zodiac killer
Baby I'm clean, shiner than that Subaru or Limousine
I couldn't give a fuck about your weed or your green
I still remember all the phonies who left me on seen
Now I'm on the scene, making hits all on the screen
I'm overstepping all the larger limits
I'm sorry for all the grimace, I wantеd a couple minutes
No more complaints, ain't еven here for discussion
Cause' I don't care how your edges had roughened, heard the stories it's dime a dozen
I wanna be something or otherwise I'll be nothing
This life flashes faster than the caster of my concussions
Grenades busting, pocket-rocket's thrusting, our actions are just so disgusting
But now they flip the truth, then make a spoof, so they ain't distrusted
[VERSE II - ARC]
I been staring at the window tinted benzes
Mirrors slicky shiny nineteen inch rims rinsed for business
V12, 4-Seater leather wheel under the hand
Seat belt, as you seated, we'll take a trip down to the land
Of my dreams, where the broken homes were housing me
Where they poured gasoline on the grass laid where the path would be
Tribunes tribute issues and judges already trialed me
My trial time expired for the mind deprived in irony
Of life and death, but time means debt when time is spent so silently when
Stranded to an island where the quest was not to die of heat
The irony of life, is the streets that I stay describing
But the tyranny won't end, the desires focus their eyes on me
This look like a ticket to hell, handed by the judge to me
So I think what to tell em
I ain't budged nor I'm judging on the privileged fellows
While they selfishly take advantage of those who are selfless
So it's systemized, if a hero ain't seeing through the villains eyes
When the allies propagating with their filtered lies
Filtering the sentences that couldn't be described
As how your average person feels inside
[VERSE III - ODYSS3Y]
You fed up in the sickest of lies, it's too habituous
I'm really wishing you admit the type of bitch you is
There's bitches who rip innocents off of they dollars
Then there's reapers who just rip the lives and kill the weaker and the smaller
With they killer roster, they dismantle all the lobster
That's the real world problem of what you people prosper man
I hope I get a sedan
I hope I make amends, with the man up in the sky
I need to cut loose from the bigger ties now
My boys advise that I get high to live off of the lies, til' I die now
He wants me to see eye-to-eye but he's acting weird
I think he's evil in disguise, he tryna make me feared
But I see-through your visions, see-through you vicious bitches
You killing ambitious bridges just for some riches
It's just so sickening this wretched wicked hack
I'll smack his head and back, his jaw will crack, the whitest crackerjack
So now he really lacks my trust, another mark for those fucks
I'm now combusting all the rust, my feelings caught some bad luck
I laid out my cards, in the past I was played
Now I'm really tryna chill, bitch I been sipping on that Kool-Aid
I turned my skills into this frame of common knowledge
Philosophying to Brahmin, I been doing it so often
Turn this beat into debris with these bars so elite
Punchlines move em' back a couple inches, I do it like Bruce Lee
I need a couple bands on top of my hands
I need a couple plans, so I don't be sinking in sand
Making my stand, doing whatever I can now
Doing what I'm doing, til' I make it to the end now, and now
[VERSE IV - CONSEY]
Welcome to the new generation
Full of fake hoes and some pussy bitches hating
See, life's a trip, and you could fall off quick
So tie ya laces
I’ll teach ya how to play this game of life, its
Hard to master all controls, hell, I ain’t really got em
All myself, but with some help, I think that I speak it common
So the, B buttons broken, can barely get the pollen
And X’s just depression so it’s best its left forgotten
Why? Well I don’t know
A helping hand to push the joysticks help you go
Further than you did before, busting triggers full of smoke
I stuck to D pad, and crafted a high precision flow
Now, you know the language
And if the buttons lost you, then convert it into shapes, its
Really just the basics, lacing up my trainers
I’m climbing up a leader board to see the broader spectrum
Thanks for coming to this lecture
[VERSE V - DENNI ALIESTER]
My journal, my pen wrote the letters that i cope with
'Cause pen pals changed to the homies that you smoke with
Need I drink the holy water I should dip my toes in?
'Cause when you leave me hanging that's where the end of my rope is
Still I'll never show it, cause I'm still swimming with the sharks
Ain't it hard not to take this state of living to the heart?
All these middle men with bricks to lend, flip another cart
Got these parents learning modern slang quicker than the narcs
But if I spit, it's way too loud for these bitches
That's how I know you ain't disturbed when you ain't down with the sickness
Stricken with pain, live by the day, see in my eyes
It's covered by the sound of silence when I'm screaming inside
You want that ill MC shit, that real ass weak shit
What it means to rap, wrap up the baggage, even the meaning
Like, fuck rap, writing this shit is just irritating
You know what I'm saying? Do you know what I'm really saying?
