There's plenty of food, just not enough thought.
i see grapes turn to vines.. as it sprials with thorns...
you wanted rap.... but all i got is poetry with horns
kid ill rip shit when i spit this... so hold on to yah seat
ill defeat the best and climb... so play that fucking beat
rhyme for me one time to set me off... and i won't stop
steal the show make you mc's drop conffesions, crop
make you relegiouse even though im athiest rape you bitch
leave no stiche other than on you're brain... trun strifes
so i dare you play the game, rol dice slit knifes...
ill watch with a chuckle and bear my scars, as i sit back
from afar, observe you getting you're marks... for a small sack
it's not about the weed or money or tracks, take out guns
feel the love that feeding on a repressed mind
hunger for none
be fed... souless and pure
for a brighter year.