Road To Zion

[Intro] [Verse 1 - Massacre Monte] Fighter jet flow bombard you with my bars Y'all are no go's yo, lyrically Tear you apart Quit your bitching, you'll probably end up with the stitches Cause these rhymes are cutting deep and you ain't no competition. Before you step to the mic watch who you're stepping too From my point of view I'll roast you, the grill and the barbecue Flame spitting emit the fire like a dragon, pants saggin', while these other bitches bandwagon My flow is dirty like the sewers full of shit and mucus, please excuse us grind up cannabis puff it with hookahs. I'm not the shooter but I got the bullet in my hands, put it in my mouth shoot lyrics like you don't understand I drop knowledge like textbooks and left hooks, upper cutting blocking and dodging all of these other rooks Dropped the f bomb verbally assaulted every one of you Making fun of you, sonnin every single one of you, baby all you dumb youngins suckin ya thumb, put my dick in the game and I'm about to cum Take a trip through my mind and find the realist, these lyrics fueled up and ready to race to the finish Spit the illest flows so eat your vegetables through my spectacles and you can see fakes being professionals Grateful cause I'm just being me, what I see is a beggar, whining n getting on its knees Saying "I hate life man I just want to end it, always bullied at school I'm not happy I'm pretending, them cool kids are troublemakers always get suspended, and to fit in I made fun of a girl and never meant it" What's wrong with you, I can't put up with you, you're not being yourself you're acting like some other dude You've changed man what happened to your innocent side, you use to be a good kid who wasn't out of his mind [Hook] [Verse 2 - ill Mind] Man it's true I been gone for a while, I understand if you hate me I took my spot back cause not a man could replace me Visions of making money, weed and honey's what THEY see I rap about real shit, less materialistic This boy he used my line in his raps, I think he jinxed it His whole careers dead. *moment of silence* Little boy this what happens when you fuck around with them big kids Take a look at your bio, you a little addicted Man I had the most respect for them dudes but man you take it too far Nobody touched me, though you looking to spar? Now shit the game change, these rookies ain't hard Ain't no plan to respect it, unlike you man my tracks have a message In my younger days I learned from observing the truth You not a rapper cause you claim you fucking work in a booth So how shit are you? Cause I ain't made a sent off the shit I do Music blasting, I'm abusing my passion I'm starting a chain reaction, I refuse to be actin' Cause now I'm telling stories when I used to be rapping Ain't no dissin, I'm picking different intentions Ain't no starting this beef, I'm just saying that you ain't different.. [Hook] [Outro]