back to wreck...

yo,
rushin out on the scene makin an ass outta myself//
not givin a fuck keep attakn even tho im on low health//
id need mo shelves for the shit in my closet//
u couldnt even handle problems that i got inside of my pocket//
reach in and grab it and see if u can squeeze tight//
i reap right through ya body while u tryn to be hype//
three mics aint enough to contain the lyrics that im spittn//
even if u were the "one" in the matrix i still wouldnt be missn//
in the trees hissn, so what if im azn that dont make me viet//
i still nok ur phycadelic ass outta dis world bitch i mean it//
this distorted vision of mine allows me to see things ya cant imagine//
all the things u take for granted while people like us keep em fashiond//
still mashin lessons inta ya chest with this smith and wesson//
hope u feel the aggression, like wwe when we wrestln//
have niggas questioned under a large white flourencent light//
makn u feel the shame while im pistol whippn ya with a mic//
feel the fight, as it courses through ya veins like you shootn//
thoughts computed, in my head left for resolutions//
came to a conclusion and figured out how things will end//
make u feel humilated while u getttn laughed like u was on premium blend//
feed ya stems from the fat sacks im ownin//
kick ya knees till they disabled and dispatch u like ronin//

yo this shit was so wak.. to tell yall the truth this is the first time i came to school sober.. hah it sucks but oh well im glad to be back.. critizm is appreciated. one