Em-D-Am-C



When you start up situationships with people you cohabitate in spaces with, 

trading love for rent and live in basicness, who's the one you love who is it that 

you're defacing with, monarchies are falling as you're calling to the only kid, 

that ever only did, show you what the true love is, but you won't accept it and, 

now he's made a weopon in, these days i would call the end, 

You and your crew can get down to business

Y'all know what time it is

Time's knowin,

it's the bipolar contorller the time throwin, crime holdin, shine beholden, it's time to go in, my mind is golddn, my rhymes are chosen, cause i am knowin, 

seek me out like you find timless scrolls n' rhyme poems, and slimes loadin, clips up to get the

minds exploding, energy can't be destroyed it's only chaging forms then



entert the void in, the mirror that you castigate, immaculate how i emasculate

 and further grab the weight, 

trap the cake and then i blast your face at an 

accurate rate, with a faster pitch pace killing you like you had to be waste.

Taking you out of the waves

Till I have to see disgraced demonstrate of the misplaced, 

I'm on your tracks like a drag of the waves, 

Gripping on your waist with no time to waste

Money in the bank and it won't go to waste

And I can tell by your face that's lost in your waves of days and iron and some kind of slaves, 

And I'm tired of snakes

To put away your waves

And you think that you don't know nothin about them slaves

And you're in the country trying to feed your kids all the grapes

That'll leave your daughter in graves

To try to get to heaven's gates

But that ain't the code of the streets or of TD Jakes

Who run around and try to make the stakes

You wanna feel me away from your graves

To pull men like razor blades i was made to make mistakes

failed at everything i tried,

but it made me stronger come to life wheen everything had died,

i will be here longer cause i ride for love and not pride, 

Put away your chains and trade your plates for some fine portraits

And you don't want to die in the streets or die in the graves

like the mayans when they died out as soem kind of race

So you could live and you save

We live in a world where it's not to be enslaved

When you die from a grave

As long as I'm here I can feel your face

Or the lives you deplaced

Rather die than let it be erased

Only to survive in the haze

Every day is a waste

I gotta face it like a thug when the nine blaze

The world is unconcerned and no time to waste

We got bodies for days

And we don't want to get high at the first place

At first you may be enraged

Fight the laws that we've tried and raised

put a fake plastic baby right into the microwave

good and evil kinds of days

couldnt' see through kinds of pay

it was all subjective,

made you more what you arelday are you select it

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Bipollar Controller

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