The Escapist
CRIMEAPPLE, Jedi Mind Tricks
This is Gen 5, homie, this is compact shit
This Giuseppe Greco, akhi
This a contract hit
You don't wanna meet the shooters
I'm in contact with
Or the muhfuckas that I went to combat with
Bobby Beausoleil used to meditate with Satan
It's blood on me, homie
It's like Leatherface's apron
It's 33 degrees like a dedicated mason
This Black Ace Tactical will
Separate the pagan
They put me in the sin bin, penalty box
This is sudden death, homie
This is penalty shots this is GEMTECH
I got it from the specialty shop
It'll hit a muhfucka 'til his energy stop
This pill head feminine
This muhfucka Molly pop
One false move and this
Dummy gettin' Molly Wop
This the Uncertainty Principle
And I'm Heisenberg murder on a million
I will kill a fuckin' Mockingbird
This morning I cried I only trust myself
But even that's a risk
I didn't imagine this in my kitchen
Seein' the only person I need afflicted
Driftin' away in their ways
While I made statements that paid five
Star police for the state
Bitch only bad as they come
I couldn't feel more alone
The moment a drug getting sold I
Couldn't feel more at home
Coughing on my therapy considering this
Should I walk away from you now with
Those old rims on the whip?
The game is fickle it's a scam likely
I might be allergic to it
All I make is murder music
All you make is pussy ballads
You should be embarrassed but you
Wasn't raised with principles
Probably tuck in your genitals
My imbalance is chemical
Still I stayed the flow and got myself
Up out the hood with a buck
Even put wood in the truck
Dope I'm still cooking it up
Yeah I went from hopeless to focused
I guess I had a moment
You just downloaded and quoted
Instead of overdosin' woah!
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