Iller Than ZuluMecca

[Intro]
Uh
Get the style right
Get my mind right, uh
Look

[Verse 1]
I am in no physical condition to listen to wack shit
I react quick, my innards just fill up with mad filth
Like I'm bad built
My back giving in and my hands rigor
I'm stuck and my middle fingers is up but I can't quit
I'm that sick of the shit they be shoving, my throat finna swell
The throne sits one and there's one too many goats in the pen
When it's two in the bush and they're both in the Ark
Then you go for the jugular til one of ya puts a ghost in his shell
'Casue I am not mentally meant to consume what you offer up
That lack of skill is attacking my will to live, I'm enough
I jumped - right off the top of tallest wall in a rush
Casue all in all what you spit got me choking coughing up blood
Fuck your algorithm written album all of it can go
Gave that shit a listen, niggas got to calling me Van Gogh
Appalled that you can go as far as sending songs for me hear
On God the engineer's at fault, he never cleared the vault
I'm bout to drop