Session 37

Breathlessly they scared of me
Like you ain't seen no weaponry yet
Im carrying some kerosene
Im boutta see how wet you can get

Empathy sold separately
Essentially your probably next
Cuban links designer things
Its interesting im honestly blessed

Use my depression as a weapon cuz it builds a better artist
I aint stressing issa blessing put the pain on custom garments
It was destined i was tested put my hand into the fire
You was resting i was sweating like im handling the wires

One was red and one was blue one mistake and thats al queda
Too ahead like two of you is two seconds from disaster
Three reverends and a paster and they couldnt help the matter
Im four times faster than all of you rap bastards

I got rich and didnt die so now im dapping up 50
That next nigga on my Fendi gone be dapping up Biggie
Shook my hands with death, it was Grim, but made a billy
Now im comin for your neck and its just because i really wanna

Make a nigga feel like a roach on its back
Squirming then he squeal as i go to attack
I was in the field where the rodents was at
Yeah the poet had a moment if you notice in fact

Whats that?



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Writer(s): Michael Jackson
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