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Denzel Lyrics - Artist : K.A.A.N.
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' |
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