like sharpening a knife, i'm headed to the point of greatness
but decapitation has left my mind to my joints relate-less
to straighten this, i've hit these curves with an iron fist
checking each box as i pass each of the desired list
with wires i twist situations around to best suit what my needs be
i ain't a robin hood, but with force i go around looting the greedy
shooting at the bleeding, yall suckas don't even deserve the life
taste my greatness to be as i begin to serve this knife
to nerves i strike with more than words as weapons
i've hit the scene so hard it's like i've blurred the settings
curse the forgetting, cuz you'll never see success again
i'll never be a ghost after life, cuz i possess the end
suppress the friends, cuz they'll just wind up getting in the way
so hot, they say i match frisco cuz i'm even sweating the bay
i'm betting the day will come, all i see are green lights
and i don't need to picture composure cuz even my scene writes

^^ right there beautiful start...I was about to say HOF material, which it could still possibly be but then I think u kinda fell off after that...and you merely picked up at the end, but I wasn't feelin it after that...

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