Produced by Active By Night (http://youtu.be/3iXUJRdQzPI)

Black is the cavity, trapped in lack of gravity.
Casually I do travel on this side of the galaxy.
Crash with the cavalry, that savagely. Battle was a tragedy
Depicting my conflict on the tapestry.
Spit rapidly, matter of fact, it's naturally nasty. 
I rap with a total lack of the apathy.
Atrophy, that'll be a casualty
I'm charging up my battery, actually it's part of my anatomy, woah. 
I'm departed from martyrdom. 
If I die on the cross, you ain't lost much.
Started from a place that'll startle them.
Maybe I've lost touch? 
You'd honestly spill all your guts if you saw such. 
You know poverty too commonly found to be anomaly.
But up in aristocracy someone got a monopoly running.
Me?
I got monopoly money. 
So when I'm speaking that cash they awkwardly talk to me funny.

Is my microphone broken? 
A token of respect when your home is a wreck?
When you in a situation you don't fully accept. 
You gotta aim for the jugular, and go for the neck.

Don't know anyone who believes that it's balanced.
Cus talent's only received from the people who know dough.
But don't go, thinking that money can make you into a man.
But you probably should know it will change you.
Endorphins swarm through metamorphosis, transform.
Thought this was my peak, you should see my advance form.
Caught a nice breeze in the heart a sandstorm.
Playing with that heat, yeah it's keeping my hands warm.
Dancing on their graves, and I spit on their tombstone.
Death's a motherfucker, us together's a twosome.
Sometimes, existence is morbid and gruesome. 
But you gotta grab life from the place where it grew some.
Noah not the type that be likely go pop.
Never interrupt but I show stop, abruptly.
I can tell that fame is corrupting, I get that.
But I would sell half of my soul for some kick back.
I would willing lie to my mother for quick cash.
I would kill the angel on my shoulder for thick stacks.
I would break a heart for a moment of pleasure.
I would even steal candy from a baby for Kit-Kats.

Is my microphone broken? 
A token of respect when your home is a wreck? 
When you in a situation you don't fully accept.
You gotta aim for the jugular, and go for the neck, ha.

ncrimmins