reap what you sow verseAnother one, 3rd verse= syllables, let me know whatchu think
Instrumental- Am I a Psycho- Tech N9ne

LYRICS
VERSE 1
I focus the tip, of my pencil to open the gift, that’s holding within, all my hopes and potions of bliss
I shattered (shat on) my past, ultimately broke it to bits, and threw it down, left it soaking in an ocean of piss
All in all I guess I’m saying that I’m growing a dick, spitting the dopest of shit, because my flowing is sick
And evading my errors only while my notions exist, are you scoping my drift? I’m saying that the flows that I spit
Have fallen in a golden abyss, with coals that are lit, providing for the cold I dismiss
Eventually evaporate it till it floats in the mist, I keep it raw, like some bread, until I toast in this bitch

CHORUS
Unleashing it raw, that’s why I’m so decietful with y’all
My peak is your fall, the correlation speaks for us all
These beats I will brawl, until I see you eager to crawl
And cleats are installed, to stomp you, till you bleed from the jaw
Screw the gossip and the doubt, clash a knee to your balls
Murder tracks, so I guess I don’t agree with the law
Say I’m bad, I won’t make it, can’t acheive, it’s your call
Just remember in the end, cuz you reap what you sow

VERSE 2
I let go of my past, like Seann Scott in Mr. Woodcock, my bombs drop everytime I pull lyrical onslaughts
Sure I went wrong, but last on Antithetic, that’s some bullshit, pathetic, fatties, get all your rhymes inspected
And minds connected, cuz obviously I outshined your best shit, to the point that it was natural when I just jot it reckless
But i won’t bother, i’d rather leave it the way i left it, then have the chop your blubbers and feed it to my breeded headless
…llama… I’d rather see myself get starved to death, than be a part of them, the beef is done, but i’ll restart again
So take your largest breath, and even guard your neck, depart the meth, so I can settle emotions, like hungry toddlers fed
I stick with the hustle and tussles to grind my way to the best production
So keep with your donuts, so you can just find your self with a breast- reduction
You losers suck, I wham out your TEETH, to variant very-ends sides
Arrive in the middle’f the night, so scary, dressed in a FAIRY disguize

Chorus

VERSE 3
Strapped up a diabolical syllibus right to the dire follicle area, of my hierarchical psyche
I take a hikey, for a mile walk and arrange a silent plot to obtain and retain my inner-light beam
So restrain and refrain to go like me, add fire to the fuel, got a desire to reside in my room
A methodical fool, with a possible irresponsible school, got a find a way to respond to the audience boos
So I take a positive tool, like Justin Bieber and toss him at you, the problem in school’s not that im not
with a popular group, it’s just that my hobby improved, but nobody’s bothering to, take a listen
It’s so obvious they’re rocking the new, mainstream, bopping it too, what an awful disgrace they’re offering you
Its so impossible the way that i’m rocking the tune, and the micophone too, with no abominable, spots to ensue
Education cannot be pursued, I will not go and argue with you, but the prophet is true, real rhymes are what I gotta spew

Chorus

Duration : 0:3:33

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