Genocyde

Left, right, ground tend to tremble at my steps
If I wan't it, I get get it before the death..

Belinda's only son, can't u feel the star power?
Fly as Starfire, been aflame for hours
I hate crowds but control em wit ease
Tower over these peers bitch, I'm five foot three
Who woulda guessed it?
Now was it me, or this roll of weed took yo breath
Not appeased i got blood up my sleeves and my chest
I'ma beast untamed wit a freeform crest
With a deformed sense of reality
I done came so far ain't u proud of me?
I'on want much, just get that loud for me
I been trippin', newer heights, i ain't impressed
I need paper , got damn, like i ain't e'en pressed
If its mundane
I got my blockers on
I'm off dat broccoli, provocative inside my home, i'm reserved outside
Put my on a stage tho
I can't do dis 9-5 shit, i needa raise tho
All my shit fye, droppin' gems, if appraised we then get straight for life
Niggas hate the climb, bodies plummet each and every time
12 kill u at the drop a dime, never drop a dime on the plug, if my dying breath I'ma do the time
I done went to war for truth and found out dis nigga lied
Clockin in at 3 off 3 and 3 roaches, this nigga fried
Me and the team just arrived, finna get niggafied
Like i could blow dis bitch up, but imma let it slide
Now why my head say catch up, like i been in stride?
Like i ain't burn up house that dese niggas been inside
Then hopped the porch ,you still inside
A prophecy the only thing its feeling like
Whats set in stone is meant thrive

Yea, don't it sound like its Genocyde
Nigga don't it sound like it's Genocyde
I'on give a damn how you feel inside
Dont it sound like its, yea yea yea

Sound like the bodies done piled up
Shoveling foul must
These charred witnesses called piglets, they only found dust
Fuck twelve til they surround us, try to drown us
I don’t fuck with any nigga that fuck with the founders
Give a damn how you feel inside, feeling fried, feeling like
Inner child on fleek, fuck you niggas I’m feeling five
Feeling up this cup, feeling up this dutchie with the finest
Running out of luck, gone keep running til them niggas find me
Combing out my mane blazing, ducking the lame shit
And nigga fuck a name, you could never defame this
And niggas always talking moves, still on the same shit
And niggas always talking dues, niggas ain’t paid shit
This passion got me actin up
Feet can’t be dragging
Stuck living with no kinda fuck to give and shit been linin up
Fuck I look like appeasing the people who ain’t feeding me?
I be taking breathers I’m leaving, needed the scenery
Had to slide from the Genocyde

Yea, don't it sound like its Genocyde
Nigga don't it sound like it's Genocyde
I'on give a damn how you feel inside
Dont it sound like its, yea yea yea

Not quite enough praise for the pacifist
Length of the basilisk, battle tested but dropped out and gave em ass to kiss
Won't ponder practicing hand speed, no need, no need
Silent once I done away with the bell around the throat, the mice are gonna have to cope, hitting more than one note, put spun blocks on notice like another dead drop of the dope geocached in a dresser or a sock, end quote
Deep cough, thick smoke
Shoulda bought stock in the sticks if you scared out ya shit, wrist bent to hold fine china really be an M.O. my m-o-e, been everywhere if you ain't know me
Strategically placed pauses, for you to bear pall over it, my oeuvre certainly goes, without saying or noticing
Cliche, you're the coldest since, cadaver or a codefendant
Neither tells tales if you know the business
63 Hands, obsidian dance on all the wristses
All praises to the most high? I'll be sure to mute my mentions, peace to all niggas in all dimensions, it's hard to fission, my feet from the concrete, the earth is always in arms reach, zen zen
Many hands handle lightweight, it's a win win
Get up out my way, there's salt on the wind, wind
Torch bearer for niggas, its dim dim