RHYME OR REASON (feat. BRUSKIN 40) Video (MV)

Their minds are sleeping, while mine's a demon
We're designed to beat em, no rhyme or reason

There ain't a rhyme or reason, just rhyme for nothing
A dime a dozen? Ha, i'm disgusted
They'll get out classed period, anytime or subject
We up next, I can guarantee our time is coming

Chased my vision through a blindfold
Comment I won't reach my goals, and that'll be your suicide note
No typos, heart is ice cold
Hate fast till you die slow, in need of balance like a tight rope
Called a psycho, so it's ironic that I see a shrink so that I grow

My flow is still the murder weapon when I pop out on you like the third dimension
My name is that of an urban legend, while your f*cking name ain't even worth a mention

Whack artists marketed while I kill beats like a heart full of arsenic
F*ck this scene, ain't here to star in it
Rip you apart and i'll start with the best so observe progression
They jumped on this artist's dick, jumped like when you can't start your whip
Get jumped if you wanna start some shit
House of pain, jump around on clowns in this bitch

It's dead and 40, so stay in your lanes like Tory
Everything you say is corny, it bores me, i'm snoring, no happy ending for your story
We end it before it gets started, spill blood, scarlet, now it's a red carpet
This flow here too dope for the black market
Evil in the bulls eye/bullseye and you the target

We a breath of fresh air, even when it's hot boxed
Say your best prayer, half of you suck, yeah I went there
Ending your careers before the next snare

There ain't a rhyme or reason, just rhyme for nothing
A dime a dozen? Ha, i'm disgusted
They'll get out classed period, anytime or subject
We up next, I can guarantee our time is coming

I'm in this bitch/beach, waiting for the tide to come in
Wet my feet a bit, you know, life is something
Rappers claim to be animals but with the bite they're fronting
I'm thinking where wolves at? Cause I ain't liking/lichen nothing

Lets cypher something, i'm a bull in the ring
I'm china crushing, yup Donny sold you a dream
Live without Swiss accounts, but there's no holes in my cheese
I make statements, claymation how I molded the scene

And low-key/loki, i'm God gifted from parts unknown
I'm augmented, talk different
Electric cars, I make a lot different
Even my chicken scratch, back/Bach writtens
And got women who cosign my log rhythm
The plot thickens like Bob Dylan
Went through some hard times
But all good since/scents, like ma's kitchen
Not kidding, im coming out stronger, autism
Now watch me turn these pussy cats into lost kittens

There ain't a rhyme or reason, just rhyme for nothing
A dime a dozen? Ha, i'm disgusted
They'll get out classed period, anytime or subject
We up next, I can guarantee our time is coming