Until It Breaks; Despicable

----- Until It Breaks -----

It goes a one, two, three...

1. (I was born with) the hunger of a lion, the strength of a sun
I don't need to sweat it when the competition come
Original style like an 808 drum, so I don't run the track
No, I make the track run
My mama taught me words, my dad, he built rockets
I put 'em both together now, tell me what I got
It's a pretty smart weapon
I can shoot it, I can drop it
(But) learn to respect it 'cause you clearly can't stop it like that.

Yeah, it ain't over, 'cause the sharks on the left side, the snakes on the right
And anything you do, they wanna get a little bite
It really doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right
'Cause once you get the teeth in, nothing really fights.

Except for me, I do it like I got nothing to lose
And you can run your mouth like you could try to fill my shoes
But steady little soldier, I ain't standing next to you
I'd be laying on the ground before you're even in my view
Like that.

[Chorus1:]
Give me the strength of the rising sun
Give me the truth of the words unsung
And when the large bells ring, the poor men sing
"Bring me to kingdom come".

2. This is something for your people on the block to black out and rock to
Give you whatcha need like Papa Who shot ya
Separate the weak from the obsolete, you're meek, I creep hard on imposters
And switch styles on the dime Quick witted ya'll Quit tripping
I don't have time for your crying
I grind tough, sucka, make your mind up
Are you in the firing squad or are you in the line-up
Bang bang Little monkey man playing
With the big guns will only get you slain and I ain't playing
I'm just saying You ain't gotta sliver of a chance
I get iller, I deliver While you quiver in your pants
So shake shake down Money, here's the break down
You can play the bank I'ma play the bank take down
And no mistakes now I'm coming to getcha
I'm just a Banksy You're a brainwash, get the picture
It's like that.

[Chòrus2:]
We swim against the rising waves
And crash against the shore
The body bends until it breaks
The early morning sings no more
So rest your head, it's time to sleep
And dream of what's in store
The body bends until it breaks
Then sings again no more
'Cause time has torn the flesh away
The early morning sings no more.

----- Despicable -----

I come around like what goes around
What goes up must come down
Anyone who comes up must go down
Might as well go for the gusto now
Better not let up, better not let them breath
Last shot give it all you got
Try to turn me down bitch get fucked with the volume
Nob, fuck all you snobs
Hoes I hope all you rott
2 bottles of lubriderm and a box of condoms is that all you brought
And you wanna menage a trois you twats
Fuck that I'd rather turn this club to a bar room brawl
Get as rowdy as Roesthlisberger in a bathroom stall
Like a leech stuck in a vacuum,
Yall aint nuttin but a whole lot of suckin', goin' on in rap
Yeah but I'm home
Bad to the bone
Back in the zone
Let him alone
You don't wanna go eggin' him on
It'll never be my chair that your own
Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain no oxygen
Otherwords there's no heir to the throne
When I die so does hip hop
Hitchcock, better shit bitch ass got, a zip locked in a bag
You fags aint been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high top
Keep blogging while I'm mind boggling my zone like I'm in the twilight,
Talking of my bone this is my mic dog I like hogging it
Flow so wet i'mma take this beat tobogganing
I'm water logging it, I'm sogging it
Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it
Suplex it on cement like I'm on some straight outta compton shit
Take this dick and chomp on it
I'm so bad I can bitch slap a back handed compliment
Jack ass eat a donkey dick
The game I just about conquered it, like Donkey Kong
I'm bonkers bitch, I'm the king of this honkey shit!
I reign supreme in this honkey shit!
No sense screaming, and arguing
Makes no difference whether a Benz or Bentley or a Beamers the car you in!
You think you ball well I palm it
I throw up bombs when I vomit
Boy I throw down in the kitchen might hit your mom with my omlette
But you got egg on your face now watch me drop an atomic
I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze
Bitch I'm as bat shit as Ozzy it's obvious
You can tell I go right off the bat
No pun intended but come any closer i'll bite off your head
Tryna give me the fingers kinda like giving a spider the web
I'm just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage
I catch a fly in that bitch you think you fly you just food
I give as much as a flying fuck as that superman do
Guess I just do what you can't do or make you look stupid and baboozled
Confused as usual and you can get ripped she can open a can too
But you better hope you can handle the heat
Or stay the fuck outta hell's kitchen
I came to cock block like a square fucking male chicken
Yeah it's shady slut the rest can suck on a big one
Cos Im despicable, like daffy duck when I'm spitting.
(haha recovery)