Pray - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Red Rapper]

I ain't trickin' the narrative, people say it's suicide or it's arrogance

Crucify me as heretic, perished in to embarrassment

Heralded under marriages, pocketed into garishness

Murder splurges is fervently, gather me, it's inheritance

Kill the messenger, knock 'em down and blow across a blessed verse

Massacre the hours 'til the power aches and seconds hurts

Fate is half a mistress, but the rest of her is a passenger

She is tragedy to those whose death defines and makes her work

I don't believe in time, stick a knife into my spine

Watch the shadow bleed me dry, then take my eyes and leave me blind

Heaven's Hell is no surprise, I'm just here to scrutinize the euthanized

Despise the sacrifice but never eulogize

I sworn to elegance, decadently in sentences

Maybe I'm just a veteran running out of his medicine

Maybe a definite epitaph would have been generous

But all I get's a whisper, "Yo where the fuck is Connecticut?"

Pray for the day that the lies don't find you

Pray that the end isn't right behind you

Yo, listen, yo

So pick your poison

Shotgun shell to the face, or pull this sidearm from my waist

Ruin the whole scene, I ain't coming from a civilized place

Where violence is preferred to sitting and saying grace

The young warlocks ain't got patience or respect

'Cause the animal within don't even speak that dialect

And all they know is war, so you better come correct

They'll catch a bullet to the head just for dramatic effect

These savages is mean and only understand gunfire

Don't get caught slippin' up in the jungle, squire

They want your armor so believe in one simple fact

Just for that, they'll take your face off just like that

Lies and deceit, disguise and critique

Be on yo P's and Q's, wit' everybody you meet

And trust is a weakness on this side of the fleet

'Cause they'll fake showin' loving and leave you bleedin' in the street

And that's real

Pray for the day that the lies don't find you

Pray that the end isn't right behind you