Killa.

By atlas

On sunny

Released on October 26, 2014

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Yo

I'm here to set an example

And these failures follow it

My tracks lead to the paths like a paleontologist

I think I was abducted by an alien mothership

And they zapped my brain til my skull barely could cover it

When I brew a verses spew you grabbed that cauldron with an oven mit

Hands around that mic is wrapped tighter than a lover's grip

Gone, do you remember the kid who pawned his wisdom

My mind's gone as quick as G harm provisions

Plus I'm narcissistic with gnarly kickflips

My life partly ripped like bong emissions

And I do work like laundry and dishes

Approached with a smile now I'm fond of your misses

Turned a bitch to a mistress, like lint to a business

This prick with some riches will evict you from livin'

It's the smart kid who plays dumb to spark friendship

Kinfolk riddle with addiction and a medicine to fiction

Severin' my wisdom just to benefit an image

And I'm slippin into circles to eviscerate the scrimmage

Not a savior, a biblical legend, just a

Kid with a dream who's giving history lessons

Missed me with weapons

The only thing I battle with is crafty wit

Trapped in a labyrinth, slept on like lazarus

Messed on, no doubt, kick it like roadhouse

Y'all talk shit I don't even victor with a broke mouth

Blowin' up sticky like I'm mashin' on the shift key

Tell ya misses that I'm sorry if she actually missed me

Average joe run your mornin' like Mike or Brzezinski

That new cast of futuristic type of Davinci

With that boom bat

Man I might, mind if you sent me

Leave your face blood red like we're fightin and sensai

Bright as a pixie

All I talk shit and swight scriller

I'm Conrad Murray the fuckin' mic killer, I'm iller