Untouchable

By Zechariah

On White Walls

Released on May 8, 2018

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Verse 1:

You're crazy if you fuck with this, yes I'm stuck in this, ulterior line, spreading fear in your mind, throughout

I was a listener of rap until my ears blew out

Now I don't give fuck about who's out

I'm the best that I hear now

And seeing you here deer, proves the hunting season's year round

I know you don't like when shit's exaggerated

Apologizes that my asshole isn't fabricated

Infatuated, yet exasperated, by the state of this

And I won't rest until I lay to this

What's patent, is absent. In these raps

But cheddar will have these rats, in cheese traps

So you shoot me twice in the same hole

Ill still come out a coma half retarded and still have the same goal

It's like the rap I've hated, beens agitated

And what I've abated, has activated

The envy, within me

I guess I should put it more simply

But it's not so simple, when all the smoke goes out window

See your difference, doesn't make the slightest difference

And I'll have persistence

Until the shit's pushed in

And every face is mushed in

No facial recognition

It's nothing personal. It's just my mission

Until I finish this shit, then I'll replenish the clip

Then go back in

Motherfucker when I'm rapping I'm...

Verse 2:

I'm forcing this down your throats and making you stomach this

Blow you all away when I bring a gun in this

But with a close mind, I fire blind

So even if you're in or out the way, in

Alleyways, of any hideaways

Doing your best to stay astray

Will still get you hit with the ricochet

See the rhymes are pushing the hate through

To the point where I suffocate you

Then resuscitate you, and do it over forty more times

Shit’s brutal but now I got stories for rhymes

And what's to come bout

When all the bread and butter talk runs out

Are wrapped in these shell casings

And it'll have you in a choke hold

As I poke holes, in all your fucking sale ratings

So if you care about your value I'm warning ya

Cuz I haven't even cracked through the formula

This is only a fraction, of what's packed in

And stacked in every entity

Is an enemy

So I'll have no serenity

Until the end of me

And even then

I'm only even when, I'm bringing in

Those who aren't even in

To the foreground

Splitting you in half when I put more down

The construct, of the onslaught

Is on thoughts

So after I snuff ya soul

I'll crush ya skull cuz I'm...