The Profit

I'm unstoppable, this train ain’t even up to speed yet
born without the brakes that i would need to stop me
dead in my tracks, it’s like “I’m back”, like Jordan’s fax stated
Im blatantly flagrant when Im faded
Typically foul when I step up to a line
the snow gets me colder in the mind
one nostril at a time till I’m optimally primed
and transform the game forever for the better.
get out your thickest sweaters
my frost bite might ignite the night
the ignorance I fight when I recite
to try and right the wrongs through these songs
prolong the prose and impose onto impostors
this nuclear holocaust that will cost them
an arm and a leg like walking dead towards the prison
grimy words with Chris Kyle precision make incisions in their eyes,
but they keep wondering why their vision’s blind all of the time.

It’s too late, there’s nothing left on the plate (to contemplate)
you was hungry once too, but time’s now escaped you
cannot hesitate when the price we pay is lethal
I violate the gene pool
couldn’t clone me out of sheep’s wool
How I keep the cool in these fiascos
call me Donnie Brasco
How I infiltrate the mobs with rhymes hotter than coals
from the depths of hell; right where my demons dwell
from when the angels fell from the heavens.
Count your lucky sevens and stars
The bars and the stripes and add them to the plight
of millions of civilians with debts up in the trillions
lights, cameras, action!
*gunshot* in the caption
“Read between the chalk.” said the issue on the cover
Prophets profiteering every day under the covers with no rubber
Ra like the Pharaoh
Boned into the marrow
But tomorrow never dies it just sleeps.