The Essence

(Verse 1)

verbally offensive approach is always defensive

defending my honor by any means even when it seems so senseless

collisions with this cold world is numbing all of my senses

but at what cost? I lost count of all of my expenses

undesirable in my ways but I'm oh so relentless

indecisive so my thoughts are tettering on the fences

irrational acts bringing persecution to my character

character assassination by the prosecution seems so amateur

aimlessly aiming at me but I'm advancing quite amicably

sticks and stones may indeed break bones but words ain't never damaging me

not a physical threat but lyrically have my enemies quivering

vocab so absurd peep the verses I'm delivering

disgusting flow! still the topic of every discussion though

causing confusion to your brain I'm considered dysfunctional

conflicts in the context raising questions is the common goal

creatively complex but as a precaution don't call me comical

(Verse 2)

messages in my music digested are therapeutic

therapy formatted for the masses to take & use it

unmatched, uncomparable, yeah I'm undisputed

voice of the voiceless so my voice will not be muted

stand back or brace yourself for an impact

in fact I'm begging for physical contact

contact whoever you need when entering combat

and come back when you're confident that you can calm that

silent rage that's inside me silencing all my enemies

energy emanating from everywhere with no empathy

I was born to dictate the quick pace of this race

a mistake your sense of distaste is so misplaced

fools alone choose to oppose me like spitting against the wind

fork in the road you chose the psychopath of which you can not win

a new reign in this rap game is ready to begin

all the ghetto bastards be prepared to pay for your fathers sins

(Verse 3)

motherless & fatherless early on embraced abadonment

wreckless abadonment lead to physical altercations with random men

man of action, man of few words, I ain't with all of that rambaling

built my house of cards with the hand I was dealt guess you can say I'm gambaling

habitual traits I can not relate when others they state it's hereditary

peep the potholes in their snotnose diagnosis just to try to scare me

playing chess with all these bastards racing to the checkered flag

check the facts, check the stats, I don't ever need to brag

only god can judge me so guard the words coming out your mouth more carefully

this is the calm before the storm still there's no way you can prepare for me

with no parental guidance seems I'm wilder than I've ever been

shakey foundation from the start look at the predicament you're in

all your talents are imbalanced so imperfect & embarassed

you was careless & so callous as a means of earning status

look at all that you've established getting caught up in the madness

lost composure & control but your loss of soul is the saddest