[Intro]
[Verse: Fliptrix]
I'm alive right now, but know that death's comin'
My rhymes survive that though, it's just my flesh rottin'
No regrets, never wish I could have changed something
Sweat's bloody, like war vets gunnin'
Tryna' bring the terror like an all out culling
Feel it in my guts, I can tell a storm's comin'
Find me in the whore house, pooled out, hummin'
Buffalo Soldier by Bob Marley bunnin'
Don't mistake me for somethin' I'm not
I break your preconceptions down, and shot em out like it's pot
Dodgin' feds upon the beat I'm like a heart that has stopped
Tryna' make me understand I'm like "I pardon you what?!"
Never standin' under jurisdiction, parrin' it off
With a vandalistic flow that got me writin' the law
Terrorizin' the sport, mesmerizing eyes when I jot
Dominating wild styles like a writer that's boss?
Got the situation twisted like your mind's in a knot
It's just a never ending cycle like the time on a clock
Rewind and stop go back in time and then I rhyme with the Gods
To realize why I'm here before my life here is gone
It's poppin' off like the stages of the places we rock
I rep the H.F cloth, not, flossin' in Lacoste
Cause the style I don't adopt, what, afford it or not
I'd rather buy a nice portion of some Strawberry Cough
[Verse: Fliptrix]
I'm alive right now, but know that death's comin'
My rhymes survive that though, it's just my flesh rottin'
No regrets, never wish I could have changed something
Sweat's bloody, like war vets gunnin'
Tryna' bring the terror like an all out culling
Feel it in my guts, I can tell a storm's comin'
Find me in the whore house, pooled out, hummin'
Buffalo Soldier by Bob Marley bunnin'
Don't mistake me for somethin' I'm not
I break your preconceptions down, and shot em out like it's pot
Dodgin' feds upon the beat I'm like a heart that has stopped
Tryna' make me understand I'm like "I pardon you what?!"
Never standin' under jurisdiction, parrin' it off
With a vandalistic flow that got me writin' the law
Terrorizin' the sport, mesmerizing eyes when I jot
Dominating wild styles like a writer that's boss?
Got the situation twisted like your mind's in a knot
It's just a never ending cycle like the time on a clock
Rewind and stop go back in time and then I rhyme with the Gods
To realize why I'm here before my life here is gone
It's poppin' off like the stages of the places we rock
I rep the H.F cloth, not, flossin' in Lacoste
Cause the style I don't adopt, what, afford it or not
I'd rather buy a nice portion of some Strawberry Cough
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