[Passionate MC]
It's like the whole world's trying to force me to fail
Aiming for the scorpion’s head but forgetting about it's poisonous tail
Claws pinch harder than horse kicks
And all this venom exits the pen that I draw with
Entering the lettering I mark in
With the accuracy of David’s anatomy in Michelangelo’s carving when the art blends
When I'm on they call quits, This n***a wasn’t born with an off switch!
Give a fuck what they all wish!
I write what I write, fuck the type of an audience!
Even when we're on stage they’re ignoring shit
How you go to shows to NOT be a part of it?
In the back sipping gnac where the bar permits
For you to act like it’s a diplomatic partnership
Show respect you annoying bitch
Or get turned to accordions with the hands you wasn't applauding with!
Man, I'm sick of this music
Yeah, the internet's a tool, but these fools just abuse it!
Shit's confusing, so much distribution but not enough listeners consuming
Everybody’ pitching a movement but how long til there’s not enough room for us to move in?
Oh, the game’s rough?
Half of you would be nice if you were as good as the excuses you made up
I got nothing you could take from
In a place where you could lose your life for trying to scrape crumbs
Where your family starves if you scrape none, and there’s no opportunity so you gotta make one!
I'm the dog underneath the dog under the underdog
Using claws to rip the muzzle off his jaw!!!
Giving bars till his muscles are sore, (GIVE IT MORE!)
I'ma show you what these muscles are for!
With the passionate delivery in the raps I'm delivering
On the track as you're listening, like a masterful symphony
Crafted back in the century when classical assemblies
Were put together better than photographical imagery!
I'ma make you remember me
Invade your memory till I'm charged with breaking and entering
I'm behind the bars instantly
To the future so far my past makes history
And to the end I will extend
From the chest where I suffered through the death of my best friend
17 in a casket, can’t get past it. Trying to bring her back with my last wish
Thinking back to our last kiss, the first woman to ever believe in the Passionate
So "I promise you" Brittany
As long as I clutch the mic they never will fuck with me!
I don’t give a damn if I'm 60, damaged & sickly, with no other man even listening
To any of the jams that I spit free
I will stand as an MC. Raise your damn hands if you’re with me!
I rip mics to fight hatred
I like to write and strike like lightsabers!
Despite the price my life ignites pages
Lyrically limitless and infinitely ageless...
Written with the energy you gave it, driven through appraisement
For every single minute that I paid with
Make way for the chosen one, from Cranston
Welcome to the force within...