Inner Demons
Sadly the way that I'm coming up
Im having to lyrically murder them all
They say that the way that I'm gettin it
Making the temperature fall And I'm cold
Canadian winters are vicious
The blizzards will blister Mr to Mrs
Hit us like missiles so our wish is
It miss us like bitches who kiss us
And also be getting the bone
All these subliminal disses
When they can just simply pick up the phone
My hittas militia
Militia will be left all alone in the storm
That's a commandment written in stone
God damn it's all that I know
Image not even average
How can the manage the damage I do
Where you going with that flow Kraze?
I said that I'm sending out straight shots
Never a need for the chase
Don't need a lawyer
Cuz I'm the one to deal with the case
Judge and the jury can never give change
When the beast let out of the cage
Sending your man and dem
In the van and then
Hit em with cannons and
Either the bat or the gat
Will be peeling that cap again
Battle in rap?
I'll show you what's happening when
You bring a competitor
To a lyrical predator
He got a temper getting hot
As hells temperature
Demons don't play with you
Hear what I'm telling you
Cut em' and gut em'
Hell no we don't bury you
Im having to lyrically murder them all
They say that the way that I'm gettin it
Making the temperature fall And I'm cold
Canadian winters are vicious
The blizzards will blister Mr to Mrs
Hit us like missiles so our wish is
It miss us like bitches who kiss us
And also be getting the bone
All these subliminal disses
When they can just simply pick up the phone
My hittas militia
Militia will be left all alone in the storm
That's a commandment written in stone
God damn it's all that I know
Image not even average
How can the manage the damage I do
Where you going with that flow Kraze?
I said that I'm sending out straight shots
Never a need for the chase
Don't need a lawyer
Cuz I'm the one to deal with the case
Judge and the jury can never give change
When the beast let out of the cage
Sending your man and dem
In the van and then
Hit em with cannons and
Either the bat or the gat
Will be peeling that cap again
Battle in rap?
I'll show you what's happening when
You bring a competitor
To a lyrical predator
He got a temper getting hot
As hells temperature
Demons don't play with you
Hear what I'm telling you
Cut em' and gut em'
Hell no we don't bury you
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Writer(s): Edward Gobin
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