iight diss phrensik and mah verse holla

Have u ever been exposed to those who think they know u?/
The ones who go and set their goal in an attempt to throw u/
Off course to show u that its pointless tryin’ to go thru/
All this bullsh!t enclosed by fame and hoes and smokin’ joes/
Ones in the above are ones that iz closest to me/
They left me wit close to nuthin, no one to protest for me/
So now the situation is lookin’ grotesque for me/
Whereas before I could get a f*ckin Rolex for free/
We used to be so tight, spittin’ in the same mic/
And spit it freely, easily, we’d recite every night/
We was young an’ was hyped, always lookin for fights/
But now its over, they left me way outta sight/

But now I’m back~in~black and I’m back on the attack/
To smack some sense into Rappers who’s rapping is wack/
You wouldn’t listen so I won’t be dissin’ but I’ll step straight up to you/
And write your name on a bullet and put it all the way through you/
No more regret, because I just ain’t gunna protect you/
I’ll get my BORA out and then proceed to dissect you/
Simply because I am f*ckin sick of the scornin’/
Of course I feel torn knowing there’ll be tears in the morning/
But dawgz are tryin’ to separate me otha side on “No-Go” Road/
Preventing me from spittin’ sh!t that put your mind on overload/
But that compression makes depression and gives the impression/
That every session I get taught a new rap f*ckin lesson but ma/
Possession of aggression should signal no f*ckin messin’ and/
This obsession should prove this is ma chosen profession/