I came to bring the pain

Bout to show y’all insane

Let’s go inside my astral plane

Roll one up 

and spark a flame

Seems like I’m not livin much of a life at all Standing on the wall waitin to ball worryin about the fall and all the shit that all y’all think about me huh… doesn’t sound much like Duce What's happened to you? Seems like you’ve got yourself a demon to slay Well, fuck. Just your luck.  You ready? It’s your day Get yo ass up Time to ball Keep your eyes on the Judas Judiciary  They’re judicious by definition But I guess we’re using different dictionaries  Justice for all rich enough to buy a fuck You know, pass a buck Scratch a back Juggle a sack Keep the big dick jacked and stacked Step back, cut some slack and watch your mess without the stress, it turns into your best effort yet The demeanor more expected of a president I’m not sure this is what was intended for our government Precisely what Publius meant by destined to depend for their political constitution on accident and force My own opinion of course The air is like water and breathes like fire Smokin so much can’t get no higher Everyone knows when they’re nearing the peak of the ride You see all these things you have just enough time to make right All these spots for fires you’re meant to ignite No one real goes out without a fight Go all out cuz there’s no way to hide I’m feelin fine Nearin the top of the climb biding my time spreadin my wings preparing to fly Ensuring the world knows where my heart lies We’ve gotten to this point in history where words themselves are all but meaningless to the youth I feel, now more than ever before, youngsters think a convincing lie is as good as the truth and holds no  negative consequences as long as it passes for true What’s the damage in throwing the load on tomorrow? Eventually tomorrow will come without you. Whose eyes are these I’m seeing through? They must be yours because they see right through you  I’m not sure how we’re flying but we’re definitely higher than I’ve ever been 45's a lie, kinda like the devil Dude sold us for a snickers snack pack and a hacky sack or some shit. Fuckin dick. The ultimate sin prompted the holy war to begin Grab your phones the Son of God is coming home Don’t let him catch you out alone Cuz ain’t no runnin, frontin, or bluffin He ain’t takin nothin ‘cept what’s his He’s comin to claim the souls  of those  you led astray and he’s more than pissed at the way you treated his kids but haha bitch cuz the last laugh is his No one real goes out without a fight