i found a sword in my basement then i found some paper my momma said slay it put some work-in and the work aint playin judgement all gone but the pain still rains in pain still rains in eye stay gazin my eyes stay racin why the path so jaded lately late for my funeral forgot of my death the best lungs blacker then i used to be and i used to be back of the class pencil knockin talked a lot i talked a lot anime geek you were mocked a lot i fought a lot cause i could point in time i was no good wanted in no hood you thinking i need that you thinking i seek that only i need rap and this song and that bong and to rip it fumes enter my tombs with a vengeance need to avenge it instantly hated no need to debate it friend become enemies we enemies now but we enemies how i don't get it fuck you and fuck them shit changes what will happen with habits the sword clashes you poor basterd that never had it i will eradicate,bomb up,evaporate anyone who steps to a nigga thats yo fate chose yo day defend yo case let it happen my nigga just let it happen small fry's smashed into the canvas.