Savior

Chorus: I solemnly swear that I will stay raw (raw) So if you love hip-hop I’m the savior that you pray for (for) I ain’t here to bring it back I’m living proof That’ll show you how a liar and a thief can be the truth (truth) [2X] [Verse 1:] Yo, I’ll burn an ounce of the best, left with doubts left in my stress Speaking from the heart like there’s a second mouth on my chest I really must confess I’ve been thinking who I might murder And stoppin’ me is like Ike Turner being a civil rights worker I’m Dr. Jekyll and the twisted side of Mr. Hyde I swim beside the sharks but got bigger fish to fry Don’t matter if I live or die, I’m here and I’mma fight you And the only place that I’m getting punched in is the mic booth Aight dude, you know the stuff I’m dropping is hot Shit is fire like the human torch coppin’ a squat It’s the only option I got so I’mma rape the industry Makin’ history and ain’t nobody saying shit to me Defeat is agony, I’m thrilled by the taste of victory Out in the Boondocks, boombox playing symphony I still exist in rap even when I’m sitting back The only living cat with a fan base off a hidden track [Chorus] [Verse 2:] You know it’s not hype, I’ve been god-like when I rock mics Since gunmen took Pac’s life in Vegas at a stop light Way before Suge Knight had cops aiming 4’s Off duty shooting Big leaving the Soul Train Awards And later on I came across my own fatal flaws When I shit where I eat and wipe my ass with the table cloth I sprayed the boss and I’mma take his turf for paper work I’m an angel’s birth intertwined with an ancient curse And to make it worse these kids buy the records we drop An excessively hot recipe, I’ll never be stopped You could have my mind shackled and penitentiaries locked I’ll eventually pop the sheriff with the deputy’s Glock My shock values ten times the cost of pure lightning I just lose it off the top like Lucy Liu sword fighting When it comes to raw writing, Bolic’s a born titan To be completely honest I wish there were more like him [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo, I came to a fork in the road, hauling straight and swerve Stole an ancient language and escaped, I got a way with words I give the kids who love hip-hop what they deserve And a little something me, myself, and I can break in thirds Could say a verse you wish you thought of but didn’t think While I sit and drink and spit some pink vomit in my kitchen sink Merciless as Ming, clenched fist, kiss the ring The vicious king living off beer and chicken wings I mountain climbed to get here, like next year is our time Now it’s mine, a chance to show these peasants how to rhyme Survival of the fittest, Bolic’s so prepared King of the jungle, throwing solar flares at a polar bear Lion’s pride, eye of the tiger, coldest stare And some drunk thoughts on my front porch in a folding chair Drinkin’ vodka, tryin’ to do my thing and prosper ‘Till the fat lady singin’ opera while I finger pop her It’s over bring the doctor, referee stop the fight Bolic’s nice at the bar, throwing chairs like Bobby Knight I body mics, but they won’t play my cleanest version ‘Cause I ain’t a people person and rotation’s pre-determined To be for certain, I’ll get even with these evil serpents When they girl’s penis slurping, gaggin’ like bulimics purging I’m a genius working, leaving pussies bleeding worse than A screaming virgin with a deep insertion between her curtains [Chorus]