[Intro]
G.I. Joe
What up, little bro?
Sounds good in the headphones, Rones
[Chorus]
Nothing can break me, no
My pain may have changed me
I've suffered so greatly
My pen will always be around
You've lied and you snaked me, yea
Since birth they all shake me
But I've been loving me lately
My pen will always be around
[Verse]
Yo I'm scribbling omnipotent ridiculousness into the Universe
Meticulous, I sink at least six bleeding ink pens into every sinner's verse
Not many men are cursed to never rhyme first
Unrelenting dedication, my dictation has certainly made a notebook or two flaming and burst
Toxic avenger that has been buried and inherited moss
Sacred syllabic word syncopation enabling Simon to help Jesus carry the cross to his own crucifixion
Over my life, you have no jurisdiction
If I could kill you with my raps, I'd accept any judge's harsh conviction
The dusted angel, Christopher Rios death avenger
I'll be writing deprivation forever or until I suffer Joe Biden type of brain dementia
I spit placenta, this nigga be bragging a lot
And I can barely breathe, crushed beneath this heavy mass of talent that I got (who's better than you)
Sometimes I think that I fall into Hell's portal
As a child I came to accept abuses as normal
The bruises was awful, the excuses, was more for the solutions were void to
Was clueless and vulnerable, these broken electrical cord nooses saluted, legitimized all that I've gone through
Should probably stop the verse right there
I want to slash somebody's face with a freshly shattered bottle of beer
I wrote this wearing a defibrillator vest, sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital
Thinking of all the time that I wasted just fucking breathing air
Flaky was more useless than dandruff in a bottle
The Aries, Aristotle cut my wrist as a child perfectly minded to be a handcuff model
Residing in a winding stone rose that is made a cobble
Every vile villain in the Bible was my ceiling role model
With a mama that was incredibly detrimental to my own survival
My word slur, when I had nightmare blurs on my stepfather (okay?)
Yo man, fuck that piece of shit
(Nah nah Chi keep going, man
You got to get over this, you got to deal with this)
I'm here to bring you karma, nigga
Literal homicide on the way to the steam room, death before dishonor, nigga
But everybody prayed for my mother, they found a lump
It ain't breast cancer, it's my stepdad's chopped up body in a trunk
Get the fuck out of here
G.I. Joe
What up, little bro?
Sounds good in the headphones, Rones
[Chorus]
Nothing can break me, no
My pain may have changed me
I've suffered so greatly
My pen will always be around
You've lied and you snaked me, yea
Since birth they all shake me
But I've been loving me lately
My pen will always be around
[Verse]
Yo I'm scribbling omnipotent ridiculousness into the Universe
Meticulous, I sink at least six bleeding ink pens into every sinner's verse
Not many men are cursed to never rhyme first
Unrelenting dedication, my dictation has certainly made a notebook or two flaming and burst
Toxic avenger that has been buried and inherited moss
Sacred syllabic word syncopation enabling Simon to help Jesus carry the cross to his own crucifixion
Over my life, you have no jurisdiction
If I could kill you with my raps, I'd accept any judge's harsh conviction
The dusted angel, Christopher Rios death avenger
I'll be writing deprivation forever or until I suffer Joe Biden type of brain dementia
I spit placenta, this nigga be bragging a lot
And I can barely breathe, crushed beneath this heavy mass of talent that I got (who's better than you)
Sometimes I think that I fall into Hell's portal
As a child I came to accept abuses as normal
The bruises was awful, the excuses, was more for the solutions were void to
Was clueless and vulnerable, these broken electrical cord nooses saluted, legitimized all that I've gone through
Should probably stop the verse right there
I want to slash somebody's face with a freshly shattered bottle of beer
I wrote this wearing a defibrillator vest, sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital
Thinking of all the time that I wasted just fucking breathing air
Flaky was more useless than dandruff in a bottle
The Aries, Aristotle cut my wrist as a child perfectly minded to be a handcuff model
Residing in a winding stone rose that is made a cobble
Every vile villain in the Bible was my ceiling role model
With a mama that was incredibly detrimental to my own survival
My word slur, when I had nightmare blurs on my stepfather (okay?)
Yo man, fuck that piece of shit
(Nah nah Chi keep going, man
You got to get over this, you got to deal with this)
I'm here to bring you karma, nigga
Literal homicide on the way to the steam room, death before dishonor, nigga
But everybody prayed for my mother, they found a lump
It ain't breast cancer, it's my stepdad's chopped up body in a trunk
Get the fuck out of here
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