Ready

Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane
Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine
And everybody sayin I ain't ready
Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me

Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets
That I use rap as an outlet for my demons
It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons
I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving

Here we go again, I don't wanna lie, I'm my only friend, me myself and I
Letter to my wife, better if I die Story of my life, put it on the line
Running out of time, starin at the sky, lookin for a sign
Silent as a mime Wanna live divine, sipping on some wine
Bullet to my spine, time for me to fly yeah

They telling me Izzy you changing, Izzy you gettin complacent
Izzy you gotta stay patient, that a command or a statement
Put it in terms that are layman, move my money to the caymans
Do this shit for my nation Do this for all of creation, the perks of bein amazing yeah

And I don't need no analysis, telling me that I ain't passionate
Grew up way too talented, my rap game should be Patented thank the lord I was fortunate
Found my way with coordinates
Ain't no sense in ignoring it
Life's a race and I'm floorin it

My flow is a little a bit crazy, little bit wavy, if I was you I would hate me
I would never wanna date me Maybe, this music shit is my habit
No wonder that you wanna grab it, and when I no longer have it
Lay me down in my casket

Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane
Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine
And everybody sayin I ain't ready
Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me

Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets
That I use rap as an outlet for my demons
It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons
I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving

Pedal to the metal, everybody wanna get the fuck out the ghetto
Everybody wanna live life in a meadow
Everybody wanna get High bitch hello

Tell me goodbye, compelled by your eyes, sayin you love me, sellin me lies
Sayin that you wanna do this forever, shoot at my heart, aim for the center
Relievin the pressure, letting me leave
Then you begging me please
You better believe I am one of a kind
Let me enter mind yeah

I'm the son of a prophet
The skeleton inside your closet
Losing was never an option
I will never be forgotten

We live in a timeless age
Where people throw live Grenades in a violent rage
While flipping a silent page, we stuck in a giant maze
My minds amazed

I mean look at the crime rate
Look at the people that violate
Sold my soul to the devil, he got that shit that for a prime rate

I got enough love in my life, maybe I'm missing some drugs in my life, I don't need your advice
Givin me to tips how to live, I couldn't give less of a shit
Tryna tell me not to do this, there's a big chance I might lose It
But I feel way too therapeutic, when it's me myself and my music

Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane
Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine
And everybody sayin I ain't ready
Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me

Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets
That I use rap as an outlet for my demons
It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons
I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving

I check my Senses then I check the premise
Too relentless to convey this message
You better bow down when I'm your in presence
Telling me you wanna say your penance

Better say It quick better say It fast
I get picked first while you playing last
Too many snakes gotta cut the grass
Too many brakes gotta hit the gas

Time for me to accelerate
Got not time to even hesitate
So I sit back and I meditate
Everyone watch as I demonstrate how I

Separate the swine then I
Celebrate with wine as I
Dedicate my time till I
Penetrate these lines and I

Elevate my rhymes medicate my mind levitate my grind
Come to take what's mine better check the signs my turn to shine yeah
Designate this knife to go and detonate my life while knowin
I don't feel alive no more and, so I get that liquor pouring

No time for speculation I got no destination
Don't need no explanation, my music resonatin
Right into your dome, the revelations of my soul and
Maybe you should know that this right here is my resignation

Starin out the mothafuckin windowpane
Sipping on the Devils water that promethazine
And everybody sayin I ain't ready
Well mothafucka I'm telling y'all don't test me

Cause if you do you might figure out my secrets
That I use rap as an outlet for my demons
It's got me trapped in a cell full of my reasons
I slit my wrists to escape I am leaving