Alright
Ae
(seven)


Look
From the rip i never had no help
step up in this ring
Seven rippin an snatchin at any belt
I dont need no bell to ring

Steady nockin out anyone standin before mea
Shit startin to get under my skin
Give a fuck how you felt
Its how its always been
you tryin to come up an im runnin up
Left right left uppercut
Im gonna win
im just survivin..
Pushin today an tomorrow till it tilt
I already dropped yesterday
Ok
Ya the Economy fell
But look at all I built
you dont know what i was delt
Hold these cards at my chest pressed against this armored vest crest ready for any test..

So fuck what it look like
nothin outta site
you look like ya need a night light
You scared a the dark huh
This is what it is
Go ahead
You wanna fuck with me huh

Papercuts on both my hands
Fingertips stained from all this ink
Call me that paper press
could give a fuc what ya think
Mother fucker i was baptized in this
Ill confess...

i got ink pois-on-ning runnin through these arteries
doctors cant remove this pen from my anatomy
So if i was you
Watch ya lip Quiet when you speak to me
Holdin more lyrics then a dictionary in the library on a shelf of the music museum of history
so to say it simply
i can cause casualties so casually with a single symphony so tragically
ya gonna need to call the coroner after this murder scene.

...See the cees are all intertwined alphabeticly
got em comin in before ae and bee but thats the diffrents
I aint just stackin A’s
x-ray this page ill wait
check my multees
I been bendin cuplits like a singularity wrap em perfectly check the action look at this circuitry bitch you don't no me
I aim and I bust!

dont give a fuck
ill eat the crust
buncha prissy bitches
Chasin lust
See i fell in love
Go ahead an listen to ya a-i


( "what hes writin is too messy" )

ya Lifes messy bitch
what ya want from me
Hear take this pen write down something differently
I aint clickin copy pastin
I got one question
Hows that glue tastin
Lets have that conversation
They always dodgin the discussion
Like a mission see this is mission impossible
Call me james
see we aint the same its understandable
Im droppin bombs like bond
I drop nothin but artillery
so look up if you lookin for me..

Bombs away thats anyday
Mother fucker I dont play

Alright
Iet me paint u this picture clearly so you can see it visually
i'll adjust the simplicity what a fuckin audacity
I gotta change this audio's complexity so you can see precisely the difference between you an me
Look..

The bass shakin the walls
An pitbulls walkin through the halls
Jammin to fireman like theres a fuckin fire man
Feelin like im flyin when im writting lately
Maybe ima little crazy
But ima kill this bitch Cause all I drop is hits
Like a hitman I dont miss man
what dont u understand

Friendly-fades poppin off in the front yard
Everyone i roll with is hard as fuck!
Sesi click in this bitch wish ya luck
If I was you id backaway tail tuck
Grindin these syllables theres diffrent levels to this shit
Yall countin syllables with ya fingers
like hmm I wonder
An im makin syllables count with my finger on the trigger
Gun barrel pressed at every letter
My pen is to feral
make these scribbles do what I want
Kill these letters till they start to reap an haunt
Turn this verse to a hearse with no name above the grave

Even my fuckin throw aways got body counts
In these mother fuckers lipin words tryin to figgure out how it sounds

An honestly i don't even need that symphony
I dont need no beat put me in the hot seat
Ill plant my ass perfectly so you can see
Buckle up bitch