Throughout Heaven Video (MV)

I've become Death
I am the One
The Myth
I'm sick of better in conversations that aren't in my favor
I would wager none of you would commit to the labor
I'm nothing but greater
Becoming a Major
The best in the game
The most valuable player
The only failure is the warmup
And THAT'S in addition to being patient
That isn't a what if situation
I have evidence to back up my statement
I tend to be vacant when my emotions come out to play
Ignorant but often adjacent
Stuck in containment
Adjusting these layers
Handling these papers
Ignoring these haters when they com knocking on my door
Playing kind
Pretending to be blind
When I'm caught up in a bind
I only ask you to mind your own
Learn to shut your f*cking mouth
As I become a prodigy
I don't want your apology
They seem to be harming me
Uniquely creative is the cost of using my perception
Which is why I've avoided your direction
I could never imagine the lack of expression
The lack of perfection
The lack of love
Always feeling like I'm never enough from the lack of
Lack of respect
You think you deserve
Everything I deserve is in reserve
Til I become better than
It's quite simply common sense
It isn't as dense as you believe it to be
You're truly undefeated when it comes to acting
Ignorantly before you leave
Let's play Russian Roulette but with a Remington
Slugs in case, you might miss
I'm Cupid with the scope
This is my Valentine
Here's a little kiss
In case it went over your head
I'm referring to how I put a bullet
To your frontal cortex
Blood Red
Like Deadshot
With both of his eyes close
Like Bulleyes with the shuriken's
Like when I take a sip of Gin
Given a pen, Do you want to play a game
I'm sure it's imbedded deep
I want to make amends
Attending a funeral is the closet I'll ever get
My closest full of skeletons
Thereby, I ended up feeling
Impatient when it comes to demonstrating
My skill
Usually I go for the kill
The constant misconception is that I was somebody else
The only version I've been trying to reach is the peak
Accommodating for infinity
It isn't my dignity to speak on the subject of better days
These waves, catch me drifting through change
Limited my range to the critical thinking
Ended up being with a baggage of trauma
That I really don't want to be unpacking
Otherwise I'll be lagging in my passion
Questioning to where I'm headed
Often confused where I intend
It often depends
How driven my mental is able to settle
I let it boil
Like a Kettle
Put Forth an Effort
If the needle is the slip up
My pupils dilate
Driven to vaporizing my enemies
Continue building these recipes
A tendency to per-fect every bar
Like it's a script
Quentin Tarantino mixed the Ramsay
I just got a feeling I love when it gets a little jazzy
Used to antsy about the beat