John Daniel - Leftro lyrics

I gets busy, these pricks want me hit quickly Spit sickly, sit swiftly, this Bic splits bricks nifty It's k**ing season, friend, they tryna con my reasoning Harmless, feeble men ‘bout as potent as Ramen seasoning I'm the only God you should be believing in ‘Cuz I promise evolution with each creation penned I cremate CREAM like I don't need the ends Leaving plates clean, ‘cuz I'm feeding through my pen I've seen too many faces on a select few When everyone's playing a role – except you But when you're in the credits, they learn to accept you If it's James Lipton recognition, f** if they respect you Unless you, think less of the revenue When it gets the best of you, f** what your Rev will do I take the pen, befriend paths opposite of right hands Fighting sightless minds tryna spite him, my plight's grin And I might sin, I'm mighty when that action's likely I'm screaming fu*k THE WORLD nightly Don't own a gun, ‘cuz I might squeeze Precisely, type or write these rhymes Shinin' light on what I MIGHT mean So everything's where it might be, nothing's concrete Firebomb streets, Lebanon livin' with the ledge I'm on Suicide peak, even at my peak It's deep, there ain't a Halo in my Reach [Interlude] Antisocial, tryna leave NO clue Y'all know the rest, just leave it on the Pro Tools [Verse 2] The booth is in a sniper's scope It's likely you will overdose, on a portion of my quotes I'm writing ‘til I'm lifeless, though I'm kind of like an isotope, itching for a Homer Honed to be a shell of former self, became a loner You could move my words on corner, better yet curbside Stage mourners when I'm the performer You haven't heard why? Word I'm, the result of maggot metamorphosis Fly like, Warren Worthington's recording this But an opposite occupation Got the populous probly waitin' For Pac to pop in and say this: “I'm still alive, but my memory is so degraded” Think about it all the time, I just don't display it Not on my mind, f*ggots on facebook hatin' They heard a couple J Cole songs, now they're authority Angers too disorderly, I gotta act accordingly So here's a message to those preachin' for opinions Run your mouth enough and the meaning goes missing I got a drama addiction, draw up my conviction And make sure all castrated critics sit and listen I've had worse fights, they ignore whatever's more to him These words ARE life, like this instrumental's origin Hoping this the second time it leaves Em breathless Proof did it first, but now the proof leaves my chest gripped I fall through intentionally, notice loose floorboards I live in tension see, cuz the haters can't afford more Than me trippin', I swear they haven't listened I wear the Bull on my chest like Scottie Pippen [Interlude] Antisocial, tryna leave NO clue Y'all know the rest, just leave it on the Pro Tools