Illy S.A. Smash

[Metro]
I write to melancholy rhythms, with the colors of pain
With a chemical imbalance that can smother your brain
Kinda pissed, cause I'm the player
Pull the plug from your game
Either that or put another burning slug in your frame
Make the call, I'll break ya skull, club in the cane
The tougher they came lame , the easier
The media can suck on the main vein
I do this for the music and love, pain, sweat, blood, rain
Rhyme shit, mud stains
Dirt nap, thug gangs
Purse snatch plus chain
Aggravated cause you living off of bus change
You don't know me, lets keep it that way
Fuck fame, Hip-Hop turn emo in Columbus
[?] The egos that I swallow, my stomach complains
Me and my niggas, one in the same
Open Mic battle title, that's something to claim
You know not its dope shot more than once in the vein
Need a fix, I got ingredients, summoning flames
Spitting kerosene on everything but nothing was gained
Nothing new like baby mothers and a brother was slain
By ya cops, better buy a Glock
Ready, aim, fire shot