Apart of Me

They are what they believe they are, the brain has learned to defend itself
You treat it like that their supernaturally gifted, like
Like they have powers or something
Perhaps now, they are capable of something we are not
DID patients have changed their body chemistry with their thoughts

Yo (yo)

Yo this rap shit is in my blood, youngin' in the tub, I was 'paper cutting'
In the day of dream on the edge of the beam
With a 'hybrid thoery' and sparked on me to be the greatest villain
Worse than Barry white, call it madvillainy, mixed against the machine
With a hint of 'sean' 'shawn'
Word of the play, hurt like Earl' burgundy, never forgot about dre'

Back of the whip, no gas in this bitch, I spent my check on sex in the fifth
I must admit, she was on my dick but I kicked her out
Like lickety-split, bag it and stack it
Swerved that whip in the traffic, I cracked my head on the windshield
They'd tell me it was so tragic, but bitch I

Bitch I was always sick from the day I came out had the flu real quick
These days, it's in my aim now, takin motherfuckers like games now
Placed in the heater, thru' the mirror, to the pain house
"Uh" you hear that? huh
That was your spot and I took it I'm the reaper
Omnipresent to your bitch, cause I'm the present to your bitch, huh

Fuck you (fuck you)
I don't know you (I don't know you)
But still, you try to (why you try to)
Be a part of me (be apart of me) (nah)

But bitch I wanna die
Devil be right on my shoulders, I'm the one to crucify
Saying things that you can't justify, like who am I
You poppin' Xans and on the pen
Pussy boy, you fuckin' lame, tryna be like someone else
Bitch I stay in my lane

No I never had to front, no more weed in the blunt
But the seedy of cunts be feenin'
Bitch you be like time of month, with the bongs in the trunk
Smoke a pipe like a monk, I'm easy
Drivin' and the cops gon' come, with a badge and gun
Hit the baton son, I'm freezin
Think he gonna load the magnum, cause he's havin' fun
While we're all schemin'
Nah but they picked my pipe like a boysen, twist of tongues got annoyed
And motherfucker I move tracks like cattle
You are sheep to the wolf proclaimin' "rap battle"
Lamb of silence, read a manual
Think you're mental? Fuck your pencil
Take the led and die already, pierce your skin and call you poison

Hit it once, I hit it twice
I tell that hoe that I don't bite
I don't fuck around I move the work and do my doggie
If a bad bitch really want it, tell her ass to come get something
Don't you play me as a joke, you fuckin around, you gon' get smoked, aye

Fuck you (fuck you)
I don't know you (I don't know you)
But still, you try to (why you try to)
Be a part of me (be apart of me) (nah)

And I got your girl in the back and she prayin' to me like I'm the Pope
She really want hope
Why is you talking this murder she wrote
This that underground so profound sound
Making these bitches turn around when I'm in town
She even getting fucked from getting down
And she not with it we kicking her out
We move in silence, always grinding
Got no garnish, no reclining
Always working, fuck load ton
All about my payments, deadline what you make it
Fellah, if you don't pay me, then you to blame me
Bodies in truck and I skrr that Mercedes
Fuckin with me that's the same g'

I've been trapped in this spot so very long
Write a song, all this trauma
Lately wrapped in my room with the curtains glued
It's all gloom, smoke look blue
Work overlapped happiness in it's width
Call me smith, skull the fifth
Call my body to be assassinated, pull my hobby like I really made it
Call the lobby like I infatuated time to burn the p-place down no evacuation (aye)
People be looking location (location)
'My mind is now vacant', Your words are mistaken
It hurts to be heathen when I need a heaven or even a hell
When my body is leaving my soul is to take all the hate away
But how can I be with the 808

NameisTaz, YDoubleR, fuck people, do you



Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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