Switch up the samples,
Giving spoonful, howling wolf yes indeed,
I make the tracks bleed, once the vinyl, gets a touch of the need,
Placed at a steady speed,
See my heart,
Similiar to Apollo Creed, try to live sin free, so i dont curse my own seed,
But it seems since im always in a need,
Theres always room for greed,
But if i stay in the light,
The darkness, will be back to bite,
A tip of my consciousness, to slowly digest,
Whats happening in reality, and in reaity,
Real men dont get they credibility,
Only fakers worshipped, fowl praises to the higher bees,
Its all written in prophecy,
Whats a fool to gain his soul,
Only to lose it all, in a fold,
Never seen a brinks truck, following a casket to graved,
Many more souls need to be saved,
Sometimes i slip off, only to put it back off,
Evil vs good, and vice versa,we just playing the same circa,
Revert back to 1923, now we strugglin' still in 2023,
Peep the presence, i lay my royal presence, heavenly worth,
Extended the scrolls growth,
Now they wanna silence, me cuz they scared of the rebirth,