Lyrics - 
Back on my bullshit I'm spittin like a heretic,
I ain't really bothered by the rambling of a basic bitch,
Got a problem upstairs, that's why I started changin shit,
Unlike some other people I can promise I ain't fakin it,
Keeping it real as I can be,
Still in the field a valkyrie,
Stay up on your high horse,
We'll push you off a balcony,
Always claim you real,
When you really just a mockery,
I promise that I'm good for you,
Like eating all your collard greens,
Don't look so spiteful,
Throw some sugar with the flow, now the shits delightful,
She ain't a rookie with the dome, got me on a tightrope,
Stuffin cookie in the bowl, I'm feeling bad like Michael,
And I hate to be alone, but it's mad insightful,
Dedicated to the bone, I must surpass my idols,
If your lyrics are the chrome, bitch I'm packing rifles,
Hope my haters watchin close, cuz it's my damn revival,
That was fun we packed a punch,
They had enough,
That's why these pussies started backin up,
If you really wanna talk just back it up,
Else you boutta look dumb while we crackin up,
See, there's too many people wanna talk it,
When they can't walk it, thinkin they flawless,
If I put hands on em we ain't takin pauses,
Hit em so hard, they gone hear the Windows Login,
I ain't really playing tho it's time I got serious,
Work til I'm delirious, writing somethin furious,
Cover up my moves I gotta keep it so mysterious,
My focus on 100 it don't matter what the theory is,
I remember back when I was laughing like a cheery kid,
Now I'm grown and moody like a woman on her period,
Ask about my problems I acknowledge there's a myriad,
But that ain't changin nothin mane I'm always on some scary shit,
Yea, pleased to meet you, hello,
I don't like nobody please go to hell tho,
Want me a girl got a booty like Jello,
Blowin that kush it's a beautiful smell no,
Worries I ain't busy stressed about nothin,
Bitch ain't no bluffin,
Soaking that energy, sweet like a muffin,
Releasin waves gone that give you concussions,
Now isn't that somethin?
Take a break for a minute,
You goin too fast swear to God bitch you trippin,
Time to slow it down here's a cup, get to sippin,
Just forget about the world for a second, shit is sickening,
They take the will to live and twist the shit,
The nation is a slave in the business,
Every name is just a number on a profit list,
While the greedy fat white pricks are gettin rich,
But that's another topic I ain't tryna digress, why yes,
Every time I write I'm tryin my best,
And my lyrics are the only fuckin thing I flex,
Young Artemus caught inside the Wild Wild West,
So these are my thoughts Ima put em in the open,
They only hold the power that you give em in a moment,
The nation is appalling cuz the government's controlling us,
The People gotta focus up I know it isn't hopeless,
We can't keep teaching younger ones to use the drugs for copin,
Procrastinate for nothin cuz that shit a have you frozen,
Always keep it humble every moment isn't chosen,
And tell em that you love em or they're gone before you know it,
Yea
Or they're gone before you know it,
Ay, ay,
Hittin 360s like a trickshot, hold up,
Goin thru the stories from the tip top,
I don't want a marriage cuz it's really just a slipknot,
I ain't tryna spend more time feelin distraught,
If you really think I'm trash I guess your brain got dry rot,
Or maybe you can't see me cuz I'm in your blind spot,
Always got an eye open but I'm not a cyclops,
I'm just another nut case sharing my thoughts


My Thoughts (Prod. Bhera Beats)

Day To Day (Prod. LethalNeedle)

Mood Swings ft. 1teenager8 (Prod. Ranma Doloris)

EP coming 
Stay Conscious. Question Everything. Reflect.
Hip Hop Collective 2023

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