[Intro] Yeah It's real now Let's speak out [Verse 1: Shogun] Fuck your weak views Take two minutes to peer through My optics, am feeling like makin a killing Feeling like fillin up my pockets Massacring like Pol Potts for the profit No religious affiliation, man stop it Half tall grey, half monstrous How you gonna stop this? I don't need to pop clips Once I drop this In the stove And whip it slow I get all a you addicted to my flow You look a little timid though As I sit and scribble notes An alchemist, still make it apparent this Isn't for the gold I was born in '97 So fuck your profession I don't know where my head is Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned Smoking organic, making you panic, man Fuck all that peace chat # Where the gat at Rat-a-tat-tat Speaker bang Speaking slang Got your bitch in arm Telling her, she don't need a man So what does that make me? I've been a little bit fucked lately I dont wanna be another stereotype I gotta grow up, man it's really fucked 18 years old, thinkin about ending my life Don't give a fuck for your judgement Yer lucky I only throw punches When I write So fuckin selfish, I'll admit it That's why this is scripted I'm not talented or gifted Or up and coming I'm just obsessed with stressing, fucking running From a lifestyle, that I've hated for a while But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away Just wanted to get my dick sucked Always tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck Why can't I just, appreciate life And smile If you hate me, it's mutual The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful I'm like immovable object In God's head and there's weed still in my cuticles Still doing all the things I used to do Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible Of loneliness Thank fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle I gotta make it apparent I lost a parent, well I never had him Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mu