Breaking Point

[Intro]: I guess you thought I was looking in your direction, right? I guess you think he’s eternally damned because of who he decides to love, right? Or maybe you think people like us deserve to be scorned, spit on, abused and maimed Fuck it! I hope your ready for my vengeance BG Intro: (begins during the third line of intro) R U READY? R U READY? R U READY? R U READY? [HOOK 2x]: I’m being driven to my motherfukkin breaking point The edge of madness; I’ma shake this joint And be the nigga that you love to hate My loose cannon ruptures then it punctuates [Verse 1]: You wanna play Russian Roulette wit me? I put your groin In the trajectory Then I lick the blade Of the bayonet rifle, as I question your reality And it’s host; mental atrophy You wanna push me to walk the plank of blasphemy With acrid assassins after me, huh But, I got the power to put em in my rhapsody Pushing them over the edge My mastery drastically has to be The factor suffocating you in eternal darkness Because you harness the constant ignorance you taunt with I bring promise in every sonnet I’m spawning The tides - monstrous Witness what I’m launching I honestly see you succumbing to your conscience Your evil is pawn to my strongest contender When times get intensive remember – Repeat [HOOK] [Verse 2]: I’m taking the direct approach to give you an effective dose You besta know I come off like gremlins with Tourette’s Syndrome I stay abreast of oppressive foes Such as lesser-known heterosexuals at pathetic lows How do I address the droves? I’ll force them to respect the flows By having them sinking down into a genuflecting pose Reciting eclectic oaths; these blessed souls Express progressive goals borne from my reflective prose You don’t wanna test the strength of my testicles My holier-than-thou attitude may upset some ghosts Bringin on twelve of those extraterrestrials That cause ya set to blow, turn ya men to sexless goats For chauvinistic hedonism as the crescent rose And unimpressive boasts Perpetual disgrace brings hornets to ya neck and throat Ha! Better check ya pulse Where could you expect to go? Gotta let em know Repeat [HOOK] R U READY? R U READY? [Verse 3]: I’m like an anachronism to those that lack the wisdom To separate fact and fiction under vapid visions Don’t this mature shit make you wanna grow up And seek my knowledge like ya trynna unfold my scroll up I don’t like to deviate; I rather just alleviate The grief that seems to chase my feeble state to a weaker place Slaughter the dangerous minds birthing heinous crimes The game’s designed to slay my kind; maintain us unsanctified I’m over what you saw on Brokeback Mountain You are clowning in your town if you keep denouncing My announcements; pound for pound I’m arousing the interest Cuz I’m sick of sitting and lounging All of us can’t be Miss J. Alexander No disrespect; No libel, no slander Never been to jail and I was never molested Best if you contest the issue with my message Blame the one that raped you, not a whole group of people Go read that motherfukker his rights if he sees you If you thinking homosexuals are weak fools Go tell her what you think - Discover if she won’t treat you like an equal Spitting in your face today Finding her graces; engulfing your place in flames Taking it back to the days of Sodom and Gomorrah To admonish the Biblical hexes you spew forward I know what’s more horrid; The stories of hate never reported that the media forfeits exploring Repeat [HOOK]