187/Intiate

Part 1 - 187 [Verse 1] Video game fanatic, where killing isn't dramatic A build up of lactic acid as I run from the mallet Peeling their cabbage for a couple bucks Or maybe enjoyment, with no concern For any family or place of employment I will admit I used to want to be a thug And kind of still do, I know it's wrong For me to think it, but I still do “Hey, Who told you could repeat The stuff that you're saying?" Well I upped the difficulty, and I get to replay it Now let me clarify, this recreation didn't drive me to it Looking at this pixelated body like “Yeah I could do it" Movies glamorize shooters and the life that they chose But they don't want to show you something Like J Christ when He rose I love The Warriors, minimal murder but it showed A life where, these dudes would pack a knife, yeah A meeting here, a fight there, who fights fair? Probably not the man who survives, they try to see Some contradiction when they look in my eyes Surprise, throwing a party, celebration to my levitation I don't like celebrations, I can't keep the guests waiting Right handed but got left hanging on ledges unseen If only you could see the twisted times that chime in my dreams Split the seams and it seems, that I can't do this if I'm clueless I painted it on the Muriel, and bagged it like Eustace, not a fan Of the word stupid, but when they stoop it makes my nose flair Me and my courage, deserted in the Middle of Nowhere Part 2 - Initiate [Verse 2] Initiating phase two, hoping that they don't play you Better get the right angle, Death from Above, it's Kurt Angle Got to watch your back, your front, your sides, the sky The ground and what's invisible And how you perform could be betrimental but pivotal But little did you know, there's no time to waste, let's face it Is there, really ever a winner? The ending of Freddy vs. Jason Chasing after something you can't capture You heard of the Rapture, on a tv show where they poked And joked and croaked and yeah you kind of laughed a Little bit, but it's nothing, at least you hope that it's nothing Look at this, sin that you're cuffing, never mind you're in cuffs And you're huffing and puffing, you're just trying to get into Something, whatever goes down at a function, you tell Everybody you're straight but they know that you're bluffing Busting off at that mouth, all plans are going down South All drinks on deck, black out, or wake up, get faded pass out Who backs out? Not this, trill G patient, going through initiation No concern for the problems you're facing Feeling like your talent's wasted, or your wasted Off your drug of choice, doesn't have to be alcohol Assuming that you're bound to fall Might as well do it numb, huh? Hit the ground with no feeling Feeling like you'd be satisfied if you could just past the ceiling Sealing up any hope of leaving, leaving traces of sorrow Wanting to fly away, just take a crazy trip on the Morrow Borrowed ideals from your peers "That's the wrong thing to do" You might think that they really support you But know that they want hang with you You get it, but you don't want to get it, well you got it How could someone not center their life on themselves And their profit, y’all call a prophet Speak some words you never heard, that I bet ya Never seen a peasant with a "purple Prada pocket protector" But see he came for Riff Raff, definition disreputable I word it until you get it from your toes Up to your cuticles, it's beautiful ------------------------------------------------------------------ Ahh now let that ruminate, Christ is the light we illuminate Transporting our souls to a newer place Travel that road that fewer take, chewed the bait But didn't bite down, geniuses just want to fight now Don't care for the stuff that I write down Oh wait, never mind, I type now Establishing, launching, instituting, or pioneering However you want to word it, I'm asserting the beginning And the ending, then I end it on a solemn note Not enough wiz's, I'm asking where did Solomon go?