Tier On3 - k**a (Feat. Statik) lyrics

Intro- Uhhhhhhhh This feeling It's uhhh It's hard to describe But to simplify it It feels k**erish Verse 1- (Tier On3) I'm on cloud nine with deadly pencils Don't test my intellectual levels I'm strapping on to my godly vessel Dont loan to an ineffectual devils Foot to the peddle ba** up the treble Yelling f** the industry like I'm a rebel A fan base is what I want to a**emble Churning from the central burning up essentials It unfair to be this rare And not have a seat inside the chair God'll save you from the lair But free will is in his ways of a prayer Adam and eve rebirth out my pair Poor out the gutter with my white skin bare Maybe it was the sin of having an affair My old tactics dead and gone in the fogs glare Let me turn it down a bit You don't know what I pound and spit Bullets in you like round of bricks It whips you up like a brown upped No sand up in my hourgla** And they haven't called me back I'll cruise over there and blast And murder everybody's ma** I don't give a facking fack With a holed plate with no specs of caps Press the red bu*ton to loop it back Record the track and change my style back To a train filled snakes and bats Time to get lethal and make the trap I'm falling into all the strange F mainstream i'm never going back Chorus 1- Don't try to bust ya lead I'll end up shooting at ya head Cuz Ima k**a k**a k**a Muthaf**a I'm a k**er Rip your heart outa ya chest and give it to a nomed Ima k**a k**a k**a Muthaf**a I'm a k**er I came to break necks resist your b**h gon get Cuz Ima k**a k**a k**a Muthaf**a I'm a k**er Why can't there be a reason you end up dead with nothing left Cuz ima k**a k**a k**a Muthaf**a I'm a k**er Verse 2- (Tier On3) I k** what I touch My eyes severely closed shut For many unknown reasons but Lies are in my credence cup As long as your breathing is stuck My lyrics are versatile to the luck And yours is archaic with every bud Write your name while I'm bleeding out my blood My misfortune is made by a keeling son My lungs are taking a Beating from Cold air that I be breathing up (cold air that I be breathing up) Devil with a jesus piece he's deceiving us My seepage is slowly seeping gup Through the cracks of adhesion lumps Drive by with metallic guns and drums (Statik) Coming in like a k**er Feeling like I'm part of a thriller You know that i'm the illest Gotta check up on my k** list Now I'm just debating Trying to deal with hating Trying to push away from satan Now I'm just saying Statements Always making payments Gotta believe in patience People come from different nations Now I'm just wondering People always pondering What you think I'm dead Making speakers bloody red Chorus 2- Verse 3- (Tier On3) My description shown on screen Put me in white and black jeans Tortured with repeated screams One of a kind never to be seen Put away in deleted scene Regarding this striding time scheme Im no longer a king I'm a f**ing god of war Ares with the weapons tier a juana with the sword I'm a put you down laying lifeless I got reason you got no sk**s to fight this You chickened out of frightness And now your soul is owned to the black heinous Of the red underground brightness Go back with an hourgla** full of pyrex Chorus 3- Verse 4- (Tier On3) Baptizing as I'm splicing and dicing molecules in my rising Ionizing dyeing my soul white for the reviving Dark and lonely souls live inside of me Giving up to me my all of god's sighting All there is a black lighting Hovering over like a bloodshot cloud Dripping blood onto my writings I'm a seraph out of Lucifer's plying You gotta trust me man I swear I'm trying I write at 345 degrees Call it paper stripping trees I distorts as the clock is ticking 3 I don't got a lot of time left so I rhyme tech Your on my hit list when I go to write checks And I'm making beats with my wife dead