These Days

Yes sir I'm a badass
Though some say I'm a madman
I've been writing poetry since I was just a wee lad
I think I'm like Batman
Underdog of vigilance
Y'all thought I was down, but Jokers do not get the last laugh
Feed the beat some new gas
Mix it in to enhance
Drink it down and fill it up 'cause this is not the last dance
You gon' need a full glass
To wash down what I'm servin'
'Cause this is just the intro
Hope you brought some room for seconds

I'ma feed the madness
Make a dramatic entrance
Set 'em up and knock 'em down like I was playing Hangman
I feel like I'm He-Man
The way I put on new mass
'Cause I've been gettin' gains like every day now where are you at
Grind or die no relapse
Making moves to advance
I will not be stagnant I don't got time to be lackin'
Bullshit on the bypass
Miss me with that half-assed
Attitude and drive you got, you soundin' like a jackass

Take it from a man of prosperity, I'm a rarity
Meditate to get you some clarity, free of treachery
Some of y'all confuse my sincerity, with heresy
The same ones that mistake my vulgarity, for barbarity
Not out for popularity
Not one for that insincerity
Much more than just complimentary
Building up that muscularity
I am not no fucking charity
No sir, this is not a parody
You should watch your fucking mouth, or you might become a casualty

Part of a calamity, a victim of my savagery
Be careful who you trifle with, or you'll be in a cemetery
I am just a mercenary, doing what is necessary
Out here doin' damage, 'cause I ain't no damn apothecary
If I am your adversary, take this verse as cautionary
Not here to negotiate, no I am not the emissary
I've been feeling arbitrary, deem myself as honorary
Stay out of my way, or be found in the obituary

Dead in the Water back on the beat
If you ever get chills, then it might be me
Just like an ocean, my mind goes deep
Don't tell me what I'm on, or to retreat
This shit's in the bag, I just gotta keep peace
If you ain't showing love, then I'll think you're a fiend
Step off my vibe, don't fuck with my dreams
Don't come around me with those hateful schemes

If I told you once, then shame on me
If I tell you twice, then you're put on leave
If I tell you three times
No more tea time
No more room for Mr. Nice Guy
I'm not one that you should cross twice
Not even once, let's draw that line
You might want to say your goodbyes
'Cause I'm out for blood and the whites of your eyes
I might have to choke you out, and bring you to your demise
Stupid little bitch, you should've listened, now it's night night
I'm done taking shit from all you pricks, so stay the fuck away from my vibe
Entry fees are quite high
Stay away don't think twice
Question what I'm saying, and you'll see a side that's not nice
It's been kinda dark over there, so tiptoe in the moonlight
Watch your step, on the land I've kept so nice inside my headlights
No deer are in sight, do not cross the road, you might die
Watch for passerby's, ride or dies short in stock these days
Look out for myself these days
Don't know who to trust these days
Don't know who to trust these days
No I don't know who to trust these days