aight here we go .....
the conscience to do what ever/
plus fiends be easily, obscene freaks doin' it clever//
peeps be havin' the audacity,tryin' to get at me/
non-flowin' capabilities, is like a fisher price pistol, strapped to ya waist swifly//
it's all plastic, fakes who wanna get drastic, im on that mashin'/
im bashin' these foes like ya skee'd up from the hashes//
loc'd to the brain, everybody wanna rhyme the same/
like robots with tha same capacity in the mind frame//
im violent sometimes and it's a damn shame/
and i branded my enemies, with a burn marking of pain//
~Gone~
