Fateful - Spitty

Somewhere buried in euphoria this foreigner’s afoot

Drifting deep inside this energy penning melodies hooks

Hell I disembowel enemies heaven I haven’t felt in me

Fell in sentiment settling but I’m back like I never been

Back like Joe Carter come back like Drizzy Drake

I’m back doing laps getting seconds at buffets

I rise above concrete claims and billboard chains

It sit so lame I spit propane lit with flame

I feel the pressure pumping pistons in my blood stream

Buzzing I bumble like a bee for my honey

Humbly I am Slim Shady plus Big Pun

Slick with due deliverance licking tits of a sick nun

Swift tongue let the automatic clip like script runs

How this kid got the coupe he used to be a chicken

Checks come quicker than Nike sweatshops

Head shots I don’t play games on no X Box

This is do or die used to shoot for first ball

Now we shoot to catch a shawty robber or a new job

They cracking like I’m Duval pull up with a T. I

Calculate the matrix of my placement where do he lie

Some would say conscious my ex say I’m obnoxious

Her ex say you are what you eat and she was rotten

Oh man don’t ever get me started

Silver surf Spitty sail the city like Max B

Labels wanna sign I gotta ask what the max be?

I don’t need the cash I get gassed off the passion

Rapping I could’ve been at Silicon trapping

Basking in the glory I’mma give 'em more me

Penthouse living cause a spitter got stories

Forties pouring two bottles on the daily

That’s one for the loved and one to keep me wavy

Diamond in the rough they mining with the blood

Butterscotch sipping leave you slimy like a slug

Stuck inside a city full of filthy and disgust

The pinnacle of people still sticky and corrupt

This that 06 Lil Wayne Guerilla in 03

A level like Heath Ledger before he OD

I’m brown on both cheeks loud when the 'tron speaks

Never answer calls that could come from a phony

I’m estranged with they essence they presence I present

The most spectacular sensation to ever ascend

And yes this is diabolic never dry like tropics

I’m on my third eye optics seen prophets turn profits

Off the cosmic beyond it or Plutonic

Lost like Locke locked by our losses

It’s silly to me

I’m shocked by all the thunder and the wonders I seen

Where are we headed, what do you dream

Is there point in progression, when do you sleep

How did I become, who are you to me

Why I got so many questions with no remedy

Lost in this emotion lost in the mystique

Bluer than her truer self I seem to dream so bleak

Off somewhere next lost along the path

Wander till I ponder on a train or on the tracks

Everybody nice stay clean stay faithful

Maybe I have been doomed to be fateful