Omniscient Eye
(-I'm up in flames, the soulja by the lake)
(Feelin' like I'm in the Navy, but I pull up in the tank, ayy)
(Sippin' the tang out of an AK, kangaroo the next lane)
(Lame move, you lookin' plain)
(Can't re-do the flex, mane)
As the days go by, I gotta say that I grow tired
And try to fly so goddamn high that end up sleepin' on the sky
Hollow words is what I speak, because I want to split my head
Follow chords until I'm dead, defrost my mind to let it be
Ain't a competition to determine who is better
This is contest, a division full of vermins on a kettle
When it's hot, they cry for help
But help is never coming back
With self-harm, I sign my pledge
Align my face in buds and crack, uh
It's just you and me alone, facing flat against the glass
This is yet another chance you waste
Your fate is to degrade like trash
Another year goes by and you're still the same pathetic fiend
Looking for a way to move along with your generic dreams
I ain't never been a rapper, yet I crush your work so easily
Often find you beggin' for a chance to fit the industry
Ain't no fuckin' use to make you see how truly lame you is
Ain't no fuckin' chance we'll ever be the same, you fuckin' bitch!
(Feelin' like I'm in the Navy, but I pull up in the tank, ayy)
(Sippin' the tang out of an AK, kangaroo the next lane)
(Lame move, you lookin' plain)
(Can't re-do the flex, mane)
As the days go by, I gotta say that I grow tired
And try to fly so goddamn high that end up sleepin' on the sky
Hollow words is what I speak, because I want to split my head
Follow chords until I'm dead, defrost my mind to let it be
Ain't a competition to determine who is better
This is contest, a division full of vermins on a kettle
When it's hot, they cry for help
But help is never coming back
With self-harm, I sign my pledge
Align my face in buds and crack, uh
It's just you and me alone, facing flat against the glass
This is yet another chance you waste
Your fate is to degrade like trash
Another year goes by and you're still the same pathetic fiend
Looking for a way to move along with your generic dreams
I ain't never been a rapper, yet I crush your work so easily
Often find you beggin' for a chance to fit the industry
Ain't no fuckin' use to make you see how truly lame you is
Ain't no fuckin' chance we'll ever be the same, you fuckin' bitch!
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