My dream, to ruin the genre,
while making children’s heads explode.
That’s not an alusion to suicide,
Emotions, woah.

Tight, bro.
White slang, indoctored straight into my flow.
Dudes and such,
Contemplating life, watching chronic grow.

Smoke they blow, I dunno.
Guilty, but never slapped a ho.
Im rapping just to spark the fire,
Shire hobbits, nutts they go.

I can spit a mean track,
Without saying a single thing.
But so can riff raff,
Wearing imported diamond ringS.

Important to the status quo,
I am the equalizer.
On every song that you put out,
Your rhymes are sounding tired.

Liars get the job done,
No one to beat the pat down.
Stylish with bad intentions,
Fencing through the atmosphere.

[CHORUS]
if there ever was an achetype
for the being who’d ruin hip hop
that person would be me,
yo, that person would be me.

If there ever was a lame,
Guilty of fuckin up the game
That person would be me,
Yo, that person would be me
[CHORUS]





Its Everclear, 190 proof,
and that my dude is fool proof.
or proof that fools, be breakin’ rules
White bitch wasted, back to school.

Im twenty one, i swang fourteens.
Fat like both the homophones.
Your glass house can’t weigh up to me,
So skinny pricks, be throwin stones.

Or chop that rock, pop that pill.
Uphold the lie that you is trill.
Had my fill of frontin’ youngins
Stuntin’ just to play a part.

That’s played out, like Soulja Boy.
Im ruthless, soldiers deployed.
Employ tatical decoy.
That’s checkmate, destroy.

It aint a ploy, no flexin,
Bitch put down your instant message.
Im tryna spend some time with you,
But text and tweet is all you do.

Fuck the race of rats, im done.
Finna arcinic everyone.
Im everything that hip hop hates,
But, this homie don’t need a gun.

No need for protection,
Sold my soul for this position.
Got the devil on the way,
He bringin tons of amunition.

You dispute my deposition.
Call my songs futile missions.
But I never gave a damn,
My dreams came to fruition.

[CHORUS]

Im always scared, but never run.
Homie, I got work to do.
You’re never scared, and havin fun,
But the real is shit you aint been through.

I do the do, coca cola.
Wait, I meant that MT Dew.
Green with envy, bitch don’t tempt me,
Fuckin up, is what I do.

speaker, im the key note,
the subs really bump though.
water whippin tendencies,
i burn 'em like an effigy.

I aint from arabia,
But you can call me lawrence.
Posted up in babalyon
Guess you could say im whorin

Get my music with torrents,
Homie, I don’t care ‘bout money.
But I keep the game goin,
Like the energizer bunny.

Goin Goin gone,
Rap moniker Mod Adon.
Spittin under psuedonyms,
Just to keep the masses calm.

It’s true I might be wrong,
But more likely that im right.
Statistical analysis,
Shows that I keep it tight.

Go ahead think what you want,
But don’t judge untill im done.
A decision without context,
Is one they tend to shun.

[CHOURS]