Mission Statement

Determined to beat em, ya know I'm on a mission
Dismissing the simple notion that gifted's enough to give him
The credit he deserved, unnerved a la crudest section
The man's the biggest part of my start in the art, investing
His time and bit of praise, a shame he had to waste it
On lame that was staying sane off scraps, and waned his brain out
Vacant, left laned he racing, inside of a basic
Homie lets face it

It seems that I'm worthless a chump for lumping sums
Of suckers ya tween my knuckles I'm buckling bitch's bunk
These batches, don't deserve disruption to the system
I'm missing their effects but glisten over my mission
It's written on the tablets by thunder, so miraculous
Factual, make a task of the baskets, and keep on practicing
Racks or stacks irrelevant, I'm rapping for the helavut
The craft'll keep on growing and showing my strengths that do exist

List my occupational razor rules off one by one
Throw old self in molten and bolt away after 'anakin'
Gets consumed by magma and scatters himself out to the wind
Making sure the former of versions will not now seek revenge
Number two: extend a helping hand where you see fit
But be slow to judge and be fast to act, or miss the best
Of opportunities that present themselves on the daily
Only favoring of self, not of other's divulging

From the plot, I'm a cop locked into submission
I keep hand on the pistol although the case's are civil
If I'm a deville, cruella, although those puppies'll tell yah
That I've been savior from seller, and god'll lead to rebellion

So what if I slip and prove I'm prone to the slick
Of slime, my rhymes not legit

I'll sit in silence and gather
All of the thoughts to the cannon
We light the fuse and we blam em

Heads go missing from bodies
Just trying to process my shotty
My blasts been filled with comradery

If you'd bother to listen
And process my mission