Guntitled

This is my playground
And I don't play around
I bust a grammar Glock and
Leave 'em lying face down
Ubi coming right behind me
With that trait now
Any and every enemy better black his face out
Put 'em on
Most pessimistic when pushing this
Pen-point accuracy
Thundering to get back to the beat
'Cause I'm bad to the B-O-N-E
Only prescribing that purple pill
Perpendicular to poison
That most certainly kills
Only realer than the real
With the skill to prevail
How I feel when it ain't all good
I got six for the holier than thou
My pen pal really wish y'all would
Would cop for the veteran
And keep on knockin' but we
Not gon' let 'em in
The question's rhetorical
Give me a s-s-s-s-sedative

What? Y'all think we ain't gon' change?
You thought we'd stay the same?
With a legacy to be lost
Never thoughts will f-f-f-fade away

Y'all think we ain't gon' change?
You thought we'd stay the same?
What? Y'all think we ain't gon' change?
Thought we'd always stay the same?

They said we couldn't
We didn't get in our wish is granted
1, 2, 3 for the pen
Independent no disadvantage
This is Alanis, my rapping
Skills a jagged pill, swallow
Following since when Tribe Called
Quest was rapping still
Now I'm back with the real
Keep all eyes on deck when I'm on Ces
We go way back like Biotech my style fresh
When am I gon' get my dues?
I write off stress, imagine this icon upset
Turn the mic on and bless preaching power
Worship icons of death from Anubis to Ra to
South-Vietnamese coup d'etat
General D and the chemical
Demons induce chaos like a suitcase bombing
Achmed and Jihad we been at odds
Set 'em off, better get 'em off
Never talk again when the pen is lodged
In your larynx seriously it's so hilarious
Ha
Living off me vicariously, it's so American
Arrogant naïve, marinate and wear-in a cape
When Icarus got too close to the sun
The pa pa pa paraffin gave, serenade!

It's the king of the king of the
Wait a minute, no
It's the prince of the city
With the fatal sentence flow
Sadomasochistic rhythm, rippin 80 minute show
I'm supernatural, my sacrament
Is scraping from these dreidel spinning hoes
Whoa, I got an axe to grind
I got an axel in my mind
I wind it 'til I'm binded
To the nickels and dimes
I drink until I'm spittin' up slime
Till I wrinkle like a pickle and brine
I'm on a waterbed with your girl
30 minutes later, that's a ripple in time
My gun's may stop working but
My missiles are fine
Hob-knobin' hot dollar sign budget
Kansas City traded Tony Gonzalez like fuck it
Fuck pushin' these cheap tricks
Three things make money out in Kansas City
That's drugs, pussy, and Jesus
B's itch and move the fuck over
Get ready for the Mac Lethal movie
Clothing-line and rollercoaster motherfucker