Verse 1- (Tier On3)

You don't gotta play my product I know Its a freak of nature

I'm a holy prophet the pens nose bleeds on traitors

Console my province

I write cold beats to paper

Fame is my target Spitting bold heat to vapor

I ain't a part of the faker of feebs (Fix Everyone Else's Bullshit)

I gonna break the seal and make it a rapery scene

My dream is to be with the strangest of teams

Perk up both ya ears and hear what you desire to see

Put death in a coffin and see my devil resonate

My breath and my heart talking

Make the pencil separate

I'm going to the bump in my brain that my vessel dedicates

Put on black attire that my high threshold illustrates

I got blacked out lyrics with tapped out range

I got the proper writing skills to embrace the strange

You got sacked out fear it I’m a chase your lane

Chopping skills that'll kill to encase my chain

Enjoy my essence of rain to calm down your presence of feel

I’m giving you an extra bang and another present to seal

Ill break heavens gate

Into heavy petty segments with steel

I'm tainted with heavy pain to repent my veil

I'm happy without any depressants for pain

I’m repressive when it gets pretty pensive with stains

I get apprehensive when my nose lenses the cane

I'm shaded in plenty of fame now they have sectioned his name

I gotta be chopping up bars out of the crew cut

Move huts

You about to be dead gonna get your head blew up

Stupid Jarred Hing pretending to be getting high off hookah

As my tongue rips up bloody speakers

You can't move us

Tried to become the best I can be

Black movement making strange music ears go see

Pry open yours and feed the TV screen to your spleen

No filtering so now you gotta scream with a bloody fiend

My pain is the same if oppose my delusions

I came in the game to propose a solution

My name in the fame is to uphold my seclusion

Mixed up tech and em now I suppose I'm the fusion

I'm rapping for my demise

Ripping apart with a precise

Emphasize the sheet to distinguish my eyes

I'm getting hurt with your despite

Chopping you up

Pick a device

To bury the beat to go and relinquish my mind

Chorus 1-

I was born to be a stranger

Listen up because these are my dreams

I was born to be a stranger

Time to make it to my own reality

Verse 2- (Tier On3)

Wait stop breathe a minute

When I gotta be on the track

You wait for me to finish

What you process or rap

Are just beats and gimmicks

The games been sloping down time to break the physics

All you do is deprive my remedies

It’s my turn in the game to supply my treachery

You ain't my friend because in the end

All of you will sin to become my enemies

Why are you saying I got a heathen demeanor

I rap dark but I sure ain't a demon believer

Most of you rappers need a rhyme scheming teacher

Cuz you fags in the game I'm peeing on qeefers

My talent might fly by defined high listo

My ballet is right I'm the Devine pride Cristo

My challenge is to fly past the resigned white people

You be pausing the track do a burn to light my heat flow

Your opposite of optimistic

Gotta drop the sickness rap you off in stitches

Lyrical quickness I fucked the game where it said stick in

Bout to black out the script and white out writtens

My comprehension is far off in the distance protesting

Go through my life with all these resistance of blessings

I don't pay back seven hold to the existence of heavens

Money makes happiness but until the rich is infected

I'm a flash in the pan naw I'm the bomb ask Skee

I get caught speeding cuz my tongue gotta be chopping down trees

Ya boy biggie not to mention the heat shotting at T

Upac toping that creed

To admit his car had to be my light tease

Bullets go up in the air as i fly my wings

I taken by the weed devils staring eyes tight green

I'm exiled in black you bet theres no light by me

My pain is the same if oppose my delusions

I came in the game to propose a solution

Wait shit this is the same verse I just wrote of my ruins

Take it away and make my life a stroll in the movement

The dream can't be made without my own consent

Like Dre I’ll make a deadly scene when I roll and dent

I’ll still be alive for the sake of shady's potent stench

But Tech & Em be ready for my poisoned head

Chorus 2-

Outro-

You Don't gotta play my product I know Its a freak of nature

I'm a holy prophet the pens nose bleeds on traitors

Console my province

I write cold beats to paper

Fame is my target spitting bold heat to vapor

I ain't a part of the faker of feebs

I gonna break the seal and make it a rapery scene

My dream is to be with the strangest of teams

Pick up your pen and write what you desire to think