[Verse 1: Term K]

Yo, everything that I've said is overdue

Never did what they said I'm supposed to do

Never really valued a dollar much

Never been a fan of you powder puffs

I get a buzz from killing your buzz

One to a million, or a million to one

Really ain't fun anymore, but I do it for y'all

Going through the withdrawals when I lose the applause

Throwing poop at the wall just to see if it sticks

I agree that it's sick, yo, I'm truly appalled

Shooting the ball from the half court

Move to the wall, fuck a dance floor

Give me skinny jeans and a face tat

See me getting cheese like a caged rat

The epitome of a bottom feeder

You a busy bee, I'm a non-believer

Copyreader give me something to read

I've got a fever of 103

I'm hot for teacher, and I'm finna get my rocks off

Tell me, is this the actual thing or just a knock-off?

Jesus, you could spot him by his aura

Weak, living in Sodom and Gomorrah

Kinda sorta, I know because I'm the antichrist

So you could show me love, It'd be sacrifice

Turning holy water to gasoline

It's a formality to be torn apart

Blasphemy, it's a sacrilege

I'd be the alchemist with the golden heart

Turning holy water to soda pop

Two-timing you like a broken clock

You throw the rock as though you never sin

I'm smoking pot, pretending medicine

The door is locked, somebody let us in

You lost without a product to be peddling

You let 'em win already, and you'll forever be the enemy

So, if you got a regiment you better get them ready, get them up

[Verse 2: Acumental]

This morning, my girl broke her nail

Shrugged it off and threw her hair in a ponytail

I've been trying to wisen up to no avail

Locally known, I'm prone to grow on a global scale

Yeah, it's such a natural feeling

Rapping to people that need a practical reason

Traveling seas to international regions

Acting on dreams to fill abandoned arenas

Feeling fine now that it's going well

Finna lie down while I smoke an L

Sipping wine out of the Holy Grail

You know the deal, I got mind, body and soul for sale

Wait, me and the devil had an agreement

Pastors and deacons couldn't handle my demons

I'm an assassin, eating apples of Eden

The last Mohican seeking radical freedom

Besides, I'm just trying get my slice of the pastry

Declare war like it's '05 and I'm Jay-Z

No time to waste, I cut right to the chase scene

Days on the road, like I'm Hoke driving Miss Daisy

It's driving me crazy, trying to headline the Palladium

Eyeing the prize, saving my pay to buy a Mercedes

Smiling at ladies and waving out of the window

Run out of cigarettes? Make a stop at the Citgo

I'm throwing harder than Rowengartner at Wrigley

Broken arm, I got no regard for the big league

Spinnin' yarn and hope charlatans dig me

Smoking Parliament lights in the vibrant heart of the city

It's the abhorrent orator storming into your corridor

Foraging for remorse or the fortitude of a warrior

Moratorium, 4 a.m and I'm pouring a porter, feeling euphoria

[Verse 3: ProbCause]

Now every now and then I get to second guessing

Stressing out about my path and all of my intentions

Like am I living righteous heading in the right direction?

What do I see when I look in my reflection?

I done some shit I ain't proud of, dirt I came out of

I learned from the ups and downs to move like the water

Let it pass through, and don't judge 'em by the surface

Never know the depths, every soul has a purpose

You define what your worth is, you decide what your work on this Earth is

But don't force it, gravitate towards it

Until you in its orbit, then share it with the world so that everyone absorbs it

Sometimes I'm too abstract, but people tend to be a little too that's that

They label every person like it's matter of fact

Like we ain't complex creating the complex, disregard the context

We created the conditions

Tell that boy how bad he is, I bet he turn out vicious

Imagine if somebody gave that same boy some ambition

Instead we feed him poison, wonder how he got the sickness

We all sick in the head, gaining pleasure from another's pain, memories spread

Sleeping better at night when the enemy is dead

And we pretty good at keeping bad energy fed, it's like damn