Cryptic

[Verse 1] I'm sorry, sorry that that happened You thought I was a pussy You thought id take it nappin' There will be no counting sheep There will be no catching letters Was a soldier at your peek Now meet the super shredder Cause all my niggas know I got that iceberg flow We trying to ball and this going let us Think I’m slow pied piper I’m the one who layed the feta There’s rats in Hamlin But I row with my cats like Noah’s arc And the fact that this happen you should see you missed the mark Cause like first letter in snellen chart Imma' do it real big get it pumping like a blue whales heart I’m stunting, stuntin on a budget but I do it how I does it That’s the way the fans love it man Shout outs go to Jacob lee, simi valley and the Arraseef’s Niggas that support homes like section 8, I’m feeling great The proof is in the pudding and I’ll get what I put in So I bare it all beads out at mardigras [Hook] Oh noo there goes another one Oh noo there goes another one Devil with a contract Promising to bring you high And barely gives a contact Homie ain't no friend of mine I don’t need no fucking niggas like you I don’t need no fucking niggas like you They try to bring you down make your head spin around There’s a snake in the grass Dont youfall on my ass [Verse 2] Moving on no looking back I see a head like reds cap Fuck a pitch I’m stealing first No mumras to my thunder cat No niggas here can chop with me No timbers from a lumber jack That team that you assembling Is weak like seven days in fact Im Always on my Saturday You fuck with me your week end It’s lights out like the matinee You stranded on the deep end Living in a fantasy, a shadow of your former self Remembering how it use to be, you think that is your current wealth Your wallet looking ghostly It use to be so full of life You holding up old trophies Now your cheese is full of mice You bring me down, I pick me up You say it’s fate I say it’s luck Different worlds same earth And in here You ball like nerf Not so hard Stand your guard must discard Of stupid shit, that stupid people put on y'all Look at them and raise the bar/and break it down when you wish em off If they not getting english make it finish with a French Au revoir [Hook] [Verse 3] I spend my days stressing Is what I’m doing right If I get up out the dark Does that mean I’ll see the light Tyler durden, personified with my working I’m never satisfied you see I’m always hurting And it will be that way, until I find my searching Try to drown my sound out Like radio with cursing That tells me you want to fight But I’ll make sure they know your name His name was Robert It was Robert pulsin His name was Robert Robert pulsin Pulsing from my heart beat Veins all get filled with blood Adrenaline is pumpin through Then eye and eye gets opened up You see I’m seeing clearly now Clearly as I ever will There’s one thing that I’ll never doubt And that shit is my fucking skill And that shit is my fucking skill [Hook]