Lyrics Out of Purview - 137

I don't mind if I'm out of purview
Got a notepad, I could pencil whip you
See what doth ensue

In one bar I could build an empire
I don't climb, I just levitate up the spire
Got blade in my hand 'cause my blood is a ration
Everything I spit doth inspire

I got scars you can see
And scars for the darkness only

Trusting eyes' decree
All that nescience doth engender is folly

Please do allow me to manifest the anomaly
I spit like a caroler caroling merrily
But with the added intensity of my mortality,
Because I know my coffin is hungrily following me.

I spit
Like a preacher on the pulpit
But I'm Cujo with the foam in mouth
Dark pit
But I dive in like a vulture
Searching for the blood of an animal in the middle of drouth

Pressure turned into diamonds
Perfect timing
I'm alive again
Keep on working harder I'm refining arriving in
They could never forget me
Unload the clip it's empty
If they want to dead me
Better hit me heavy
Try the break mold I fear
Cause the more I hear
That I'm too sincere
I should make it clear
I change atmospheres
And stratosphere
Speaking hate leave
Get out of here
Won't spare my peace
I will not fear you
No I will not fear you
Fear you

In one bar I could build an empire
I don't climb, I just levitate up the spire
Got blade in my hand 'cause my blood is a ration
Everything I spit doth inspire

What my stark voice
And my pen bring
Leave me no choice
But take heartstrings
They're plucked so similarly to fruits on the trees
But I don't want you to worry I'll deliver all you please