denzel

i've been having conversations with my fucking self

in need of help i try to focus on my mental health

if i'm not in this game then i don't have time for procrastination

screaming motherfuck rest and relaxation

i'm tired of waitin'

lord

i'm suicidal nigga can't you tell

i cut my wrist and watch it drip while screaming fare thee well

don't touch my body let me burn in fire leave me still

i grab a crucifix and say a prayer going straight to hell

why you got a motherfuckin problem with a nigga that would push you to the limit with the effort he was givin'

delivering sinning inside my context

perplexed

by an intelligent type of concept

i never gave a conversation

my topics stay varied and various complicated that centered the document with a pencil

to put it off in a file

record a record i write

you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight

ever bust a nigga's head with a black lit pipe

when the blood starts to gush it coming in out in a rush

that's a pretty vicious vision you're given

i'm getting vivid depicting death in a sentence

aligning with the consensus

if you ever pay attention

you'll think that i'm demented

the mental kid who's dependent on many antidepressants

oppressing the present feelings i have as i'm confessing

i'm looking at the prescription like a motherfuckin prison

presenting it effervescent

authenticating my message

the method in which i use

i pray it's never confused

the pages battered and bruised

from the way my lyrics fuse

get a hold of my pain try to use it as a muse

a tool to entertain in vain for the amused

i'm a semi-automatic

with static i let em have it

the bullet flying sporadic

the shell will fall in the casket

to burn the flesh of a bastard

for preparation of rapture

the rigor mortis i'm writing

is rummaging through your arteries

autograph with an asterisk

notarize with authority

and all my shit is different

i'm giving written deformities

formulated the plan for avoidance of the conformity

and i can put the cots in the corner of dormitories

deploring that negativity

given in your fragility

lyrically my ability

showing off my agility

indiscriminate killer who's never spitting it timidly

reminisce with a riddle to rid you of any empathy

empathizing your sympathy through the sound of a symphony

purifying the soul conflicted by my emission

sadistic but realistic

and not materialistic

this motherfucker was gifted with the talent of taking words

nouns and adverbs and making it backflip

blue cane crank it with a different type of twist

the protagonist ain't alive

and the villian's tryna survive

as he salivates over bodies

he's severing with a hatchet

and leave em down in his cellar

the definition of ratchet

that captured imagination with captivating dismorphia

consequence of the pain you contain inside of your orifice

do you want any more of this

mortifying your pulse that palpitates with your goriness

introduction to the maker

i can show you what the glory is

speak on the salvation

i preach with a prime motive

let these motherfuckers know it

ahhh

lord

i'm suicidal nigga can't you tell

i cut my wrist and watch it drip while screaming fare thee well

don't touch my body let me burn in fire leave me still

i grab a crucifix and say a prayer going straight to hell

i'm nothing more than a nigga with attitude

mc ren

yella

dre

easy and cube

i'm showing some attitude

testing your aptitude

look at the game and i gain a conclusion

it's all an illusion

the water's diluted

you sippin that juice and your mind is polluted

by these convoluters and losers

i'm taking that situation and try to diffuse it

man fuck that

i'm a ticking time bomb

but i heard they got the motherfuckin evidence

they must of found the body in my residence

it wasn't for the money and the pocket full of precedence

instead i give a fact and make it evident

they found it with its ripped eyes out visor with a top hat

blood up on my rug so you know you gotta stop that

claws at the foot of alpacas motherfucker better block that

that's $25

000 alpaca

you block that shit

and what you thought that i was finished

diminished

replenish whatever you motherfuckers givin'

reliving

i made a tape about religion but that was prior to what you currently hearing

serving the secret

to leave it to keep it

to feel that i need it

but never retreating

the rarer defeated

your mind is depleted

i'm trying to find the frequency

juvenile my delinquency

i do it for respect not fame

if you want me to be honest then don't wanna be sane

i've been speaking with the voice that lives inside of my brain

contained to explain

but how do you maintain

i need a divine deity

looking for my identity

but all i wanted was a piece of mind and sovereignty

find it up in the melody

i created a remedy

hoping it giving clemency

flow is moving that hennessy

and when i'm dead and gone i just pray that you remember me

my god!

i've been having conversations with my fucking self

in need of help i try to focus on my mental health

if i'm not in this game then i don't have time for procrastination

screaming motherfuck rest and relaxation

i'm tired of waitin'