The Tragic Tale of Bisen Fransisco

[Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor] I wanted to hit harder than MJ's father And I don't mean to baller that nigga's just a little taller Was scalded that's when it's coming to this rap shit Wrote a verse for orchestration then proceeded to neatly rap it Slapped it on the next track I could be making music for pictures And my rhymes like cinematic fixtures or auditory elixirs I phoenix down, shit I better fix it Hard of hearing? Then here's a neurological fucking picture Lyrical telepath I'm trying to get on top like hella fast These other niggas said develop mass They put up a front, it never last But I'm the real shit Looking at em' with a clever laugh Let's see how long your fucking era last Talking to mice, in my spare time My momma said I got a rare mind, someone like me is a rare find And I have to agree Every time I start to open my mind I feel like Pandora Ain't no escaping the horror Open the doors, ain't no turnin' back I hit the pavement harder than, well you know I pray to the God, Jupiter and Juno Flip a bitch like it's sexist judo Fuck honor, took her out of the equation And accelerating with budō I mean I took chi out If I was a samurai, I'd sit with a wound and die But I'm a normal guy, I try my hardest not to cry Fuck I might die - the end seems nigh (shit) I feel his breath on the back of my neck First it's this, I wonder what's next The muscles in my knuckles flex My heart is beating in my chest I just wanna be the best and now the knife is at my breast I can't say much more, I know how you abhor black magic But he said that he could do it if I asked it Turn my rhymes to gold but after today was just plastic Fuck, now I suspect my end is tragic (my end is tragic) Looking at my soul and I'm guessing that I don't have it Cursing all my weaknesses, a rabid bad habit Wound deeper than skin and ain't nothing go sin [Interlude: Signor Benedick the Moor] Listen to this motherfucker, man He know what he talking he talking about, man Man all you gotta do is sign that line, man Sign, sign, sign the fucking line No, motherfuck this Motherfuck's the controls at? I'm taking over [Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor] I spit harder than MJ's father And I'm hungry all these other niggas acting like my father Fuck the old me, his wack shit was such a bother I'm trying to get money, bitches, Gucci and Prada Getting all this cash like I oughta Money, money, money Fame, fame, fame Money, money, money Fame, fame, fame Money, money, money Got a pinky ring Money, money, money Not a thing of shame Money, money, money Ey shade shades Money, money, money Money, money, money Money, money, money Money, money, money Fame, fame, fame [Outro: Signor Benedick the Moor] Hope Smoke all the blunts Get all the cash Fuck all the hoes Fuck all the hoes Get all the cash Smoke all the blunts