The Natural Profane - Consequences lyrics

[Verse one] The heart-stopper Right ventricle exerciser Stream-of-consciousness style writer William Faulkner It takes me back to the days when I would out of Borders With my hands in my pockets Couple albums in my boxers Type of sh** that you could snap to Shake your a** to That the fellas can puff-puff-and-pa** to You're on my arm and ain't coming off like a tattoo Gave me your number and I ain't even have to ask you The possibilities are endless Jumping through hoops to get in this business Walking tightropes like Olympic gymnasts Nothing can break my concentration Taking life as a gamble like Native Americans on reservations Been popping that unprescribed medication Before my days as an adolescent Before I started leaving bad impressions on teachers Without having a reason And Dr. Gidoni called me to schedule a consultation But every time that I try to be transparent I just get hate for the fact that I have merits People laugh and then blame it on wack lyrics But when I call them out in a battle rap they act embarra**ed (I don't get it) Bullies used to leave my eyes swollen purple But today it feels like a role reversal for ol' Urkel I just keep tapping to the beat Treat the 1200 like a potter's wheel Mold my clay into a masterpiece [Verse two] I've seen smokers who used to be like my best friends Turn their f**ing backs on me the second I quit We're talking brothers My regiment You disrespect him and we've got a problem I'd'a took one to the chest for this kid But whatever f** him I guess the final lesson is this: Teach yourself to forgive ‘cause real friends don't exist You want to put your posse to the test? Put down the spliff And after a month of that, go see how many still make the list [Chorus] People talk sh** and don't expect a consequence I'm sick of all of it But you don't have a problem with The world we're living in today ‘til I put it on exhibition or display People talk sh** and don't expect a consequence I'm sick of all of it But you don't have a problem with The world we're living in today ‘til I… [Verse three] Dead serious, dog; I'm ‘bout to lose it You're holding a dynamite powder-keg with the fuse lit No time to talk it over, we're beyond that You really thought you could walk all over me And I wouldn't do sh**? Sorry partner, that's not the way that it works If you're seeking forgiveness at this point, save it for church ‘cause you ain't gonna get it And I can go the distance Tighten my hands around your throat like boa constrictors For disrespecting me to my back You can't pop off and not expect me to react b**h, I was this close to calling you kindred Now I realize I never should have f**ed with you to begin with So watch as a maniacal, wickedly diabolical Pill expert leaves you pharmaceutically comatose Inject your unconscious body with a stronger dose Until your head hurts from all the pressure And you start to choke