I keep lookin’ at my watch like a shackle, where did the time go? You see I’m crooked from the touch of these Jackels, where did my mind go? I was brought up in the fire quick, a product of my environment Grime and grit, I got up each time that I was hit First grade kid that needed a first aid kit Worst behaved prick whose needley smirk made his Teachers wanna pick a different livelihood Schemin’ from the bleachers and about to sink his teeth into your spinal fluid Chaotic spit, became Gothic-ish Displayed awesome quips to slay gossip-cliques In a piss-ant town, population of fuck you Quick sand growlin’ it loves the taste of Amuck’s shoes Didn’t end up soul-less in the wreckage like some I found some solace in the records I spun, and never looked back On all my peers that OD’d, too pierced to proceed in life Just a smear on the whole breed Evolving through it all, went from person to predator I’m what Darwin would have called a divergence of character Chorus Lavance Fields skills when I ball, resurrect fresh from Pitt to the West Yeah yeah Heinz feet on them ho’s Buzzed cuz, I be fly till my death I’ll eat the livers and gizzards if that’s all I can get I’ll greet you mister with scissors if that’s all I can grip Some try to come at me with pseudo rap projects Tongued tied redundancy and plutocrat nonsense Never got a hand-out, never took a short cut Never got a fan without shedin’ so much more blood Than the rest, I rest my case But the jury is a flurry of kids with detestful taste Example given, Wiz Khalifa is a black and gold Idol And what he’s written they repeat as if he had his own Bible I never seen a wack douche that was so type-cast I never seen a black dude that was so white trash I stage a coup in this city, I’m racin’ to the throne I paid my dues in this city, like they was student loans I sink my tendrils in deep (all around you) I put my pencil to the sheet (and I drown you) (Chorus) I keep lookin’ at my watch like a shackle, where did the time go? You see I’m crooked from the touch of these Jackals, where did my mind go? The capsules couldn’t make me sit still; the gavel couldn’t take my free will But when some would pray to God, I prey on you (Chorus)

If you ain’t feelin’ me you need to just fall back a smidge Test my ability, heathen that’s just some sacrilege I never claimed to be no hip hop ambassador I’m just aimin’ at these cravens with a tip-top vernacular I’ma rip off your catheter after the fact That I put you on the operating table cuz your anthems were wack You see it’s often Cain and Able shit that happens in the burgh My brothers wanna stone me because my raps is just absurd An arachnid on the verge of tanglin’ you up in my web Flaccid little nerds get mangled up by venom gland Then paralysis ensues, this analysis is crude But you protein that my palette can’t refuse Runnin’ with lames? Can’t fuck around with our cadences Wanna play games? Go fuck around in arcades and shit I got that brazen wit that laces the bass and kick You just a plagiarist, backspace and erase your clique I got a set of skills that’s unquantifiable You slippin’ on banana peels my tongue left to stifle you The whole game shatters as my passions culminating Left your whole game shattered like a Jackson Pollock painting Chorus Crown of thorns, drowned in scorn, avalanche, rancorous laugh Architect, sharks invest, blood shot red, sleep when I’m dead Supercalifragilisticexpiali-killingspree Must not have a heart beat or pulse if you still ain’t feelin’ me Dude put down the havoc in his text you found a real MC Must not have a heart beat or pulse if you still ain’t feelin’ me My words are razorblades, not the type to shave your head with But the type to carve you up and leave you asymmetric I’m the type that if you ain’t feelin’ my negative vibes I’ma take you water boarding make you beg for your lives You feel me now? I spit on what conformists orbit, take a big corrosive shit on what the norms absorbed with An outsider concocting outside of the box things Grab the mic and rip till your endorphins forfeit Bitch a swarm of hornets couldn’t generate the kind of buzz as me Try to replicate my rhyme pungency, I’ma separate the grim from your teeth When I slap the taste our your mouth, a thug I’m not Just a juggernaut who’s acquired taste for the sound Of rap music, back two steps up off my lawn With that propaganda and improper grammar you a pawn Too much Tropicana with that vodka stammer in your songs I’m too hot to handle, drop you with one stanza and you gone How do you like these apples son? Amuck about to make it rain with a stack of ones Or rather fall into some wealth, groveling for all the pop glory Auto tune myself vomiting and hit the top forty Chorus I’m ready for whatever happens it don’t matter at all Gonna sink my teeth into the quarks, rip matter apart If anyone can tell me different than step up to the mic Speak now or forever hold your peace Hush hush till you die Chorus