[ Featuring Exalted Industries ]
When I was thirteen
I was working at a game that couldn't be played by other kids of my age
I grew and then aimed for the top
No one could stop this master of attacking your senses
Shooting insults to simple bitches
Knocking out their defenses
It was endless
A priceless time that couldn't be spent with a credit card
What I'm telling ya'll
Is I could knock you out verbally without a set of arms
In every seminar I matured with every word and action
Got equipped, then flipped the map, then was asked to attach to the 187
So I sewed it up on to my hip
So it could live like a murderous weapon
Within it I grew to the best verbalist group
That could murder your crew within point twenty-two hundredths of a second
Now that's telling the truth
I was eminent to every member to enter the group
Like a sedative it grew to be an addiction
Late at night we'd up and fight like a twelve o'clock prescription
It was fiction, nobody took it serious
We had fun, laughed, and even teared a bit
When I was fifteen my style started slacking a bit
Actually I was after the tits cause puberty set in
My hormones couldn't handle the shit I was asked to defend
Developed a habit and began running the thug life with my friends
A chance to begin a new life again
But f*cked it up when I did drugs until my soul was dead
My heads only hope was to grab the raft and hang afloat
Till somebody showed up and would know in which direction I needed to go
But I only held on for so long until I let it go
Eighteen was crazy
Never really knew what it made me
But during that day in age something really changed me
Imagine a whole world as a circle
Surrounded by a box with a window I couldn't get through
Stuck as I started looking in
Harmless as my arm went crazy
Taking notes on society in the making
I couldn't erase these thoughts
I would jot them down on paper
Filling my brain matter until it tapered
Then I would make sure I critiqued every possible statement
Analyze my brainwaves and handed it in like an application
To my soul where it told me I needed to put this shit on a CD
Pressed and sold as the anger was releasing from spirit
These lyrics were the dearest thing next to my girl
I wouldn't trade her for the world
But then again, I couldn't trade her for the world
I would never have the option
These rhymes are a part of my life
And I could never drop them
Now I was told I was mature for my age
But f*ck that shit, I just learned from everyone else's mistakes
I didn't try and change the game
I played it to the best of my ways and conquered the fame
I'm not a God and I'm not half of him
It only takes an accident to realize your a blasphemist
So now I surface to bigger and better things
I got a life, a full life, ahead of me
The personal shit that you use can be used f*ck it
Just remember you got it coming when you're deep down and under
Mother f*ckers will use it against you
Then you'll be crying under the god you put yourselves next to
