Ten Thousand Bars

[Hook: MiindGame] MiindGame in this bitch and I rap without a cause Give me a second on the beat and all the rappers are alarmed Give me 16 of my sheet and I'll tear them all apart Give me a 10 hour beat and I'm-ma spit ten thousand bars [Verse 1: MiindGame] I'm-ma enter this shit like a pirate, keep it silent like a hybrid, hardly breakable, often compared to a diamond I bash your skull to leave you open miinded, inject it with a virus to destroy people who think they're fly like a pilot Royce already told real dudes move in silence, that's why my first recording was with an unwired mic And while I'm silently violent you're sitting idly by while you're frightfully reliant to loan for a 2 dollar buy-in I don't know why I keep writing verbally fighting, my life's eternally frightening with a miind that's excited by lightening I'm hiding my pride that's been blinding my sight every night while I fight for the right to do right, but I can't do that tonight I hate to say it but my reputations been deflated since all those years I've been vacant still I was impatiently waiting for the Day I could demonstrate to these haters I'm not hesitating to slay gays in different ways on a track that's amazing Maybe I'm making a mistake with this hell that I'm raising with along these murderous rap texts that I'm phrasing, but it's Brilliant how I kill beats in an instant and banish MC's from existence, doesn't matter how persistent the bitch is Now my brain itches for writing countless disses breaking records like Guinness, so stay the fuck out of my business Not known for leaving a witness, so you'd best prepare for my bigness like a reversed anorexic midget [Hook] [Verse 2: MiindGame] I got these demons in my miind like spot fillers, I star in thrillers, they're waiting for the right time to act like killers They destabilize my head, they seek and wreck the pillars, suddenly it's like my house has way too many mirrors, evil's getting nearer Love is getting blurry, hate is getting clearer, since the pain outlives the love the pain is getting dearer to me And the changes are understandable to see, as the demons change me quicker than the fall can change a tree and I desperately Look at our pictures since your love has been the key, keeping me in order for I am no longer one, two, three and on another note I noticeably, like to go off beat with these lyrics as that's way more fun to me, I used to be in House now I'm back into the streets, creating beats is way less satisfying to me than murdering these Sheets of paper, lyrically I'm bigger than a skyscraper, in need of haters, to promote and make me greater 'Cuz right now I'm just a little bit off radar, with only some probs friends and noise complaints from my neighbours The criticism lies in peoples nature, which brings the danger of turning your best homies into traitors, with bad behaviours Themselves feeling like a failure not able to write the type shit of which I am the creator They try to catch up, but the shit they make isn't major, they need a saviour, just like my mum still wishing for abortion when she was in labour