Bang

[Verse 1} I'm not a rapper, This is spiritual doc And these words are ammunition from this 40 I pop I'm at war with my mental reality's not Nothing more than the physical,behind back drop Lies a world of metaphysics if my heart do stop My body is dead my vision is not, (maufucka look) Out the ether into the speakers Ears, brain, to heart, another world apart Cultures defined by the arts No statistical charts Personify my greatness, I'll give them a head start I hustle no days off, I am my own boss You a slave to minimum wage and inflated costs [Chorus] x2 You'll love me better in the morning Because I be tripping when I on it I gotta get it until I yawning (Ya Dig) Bite a bullet let a gun spit (I'm shooting the CIG) [Verse 2] I got a Ouija Board of a gift to speak to the after life Pac called, told me don't worry time is your sacrifice See you'll be patient and wisdom will make you twice as nice Life's a bitch but her pussy it could be hell a tight Make you buss quick, four-fith off hip Barrel hot not a round in the clip You wanna see me on some other shit, I'll bang But trust you don't know who you fucking with, until shot rang Do he rhyme? or do he sing? Neither i kirko bang The sweat jesus heavenly flow that changing the game Got rapper using their brain Bitch niggas ducking the flame I'm trouble swing that crane I promise I never been lame Like i was swinging that cain, its the stroke of the wrist You gotta whip lil buddy do it just like this [Chorus] x2 You'll love me better in the morning Because I be tripping when I on it I gotta get it until I yawning (Ya Dig) Bite a bullet let a gun spit (I'm shooting the CIG)