The Purge

Dear rap don’t run away
I promise that I’ll put the gun away
But i didn’t promise that I wouldn’t pull out a bomb
Hold that shit in my palm and hit detonate
There goes the alarm…don’t be alarmed…
Not me at least…cause I am heavily armed
Armed to the teeth in some army fatigues
You don’t want it with me better leave it alone
When walk on the scene, hearing hollering n screaming
It’s prolly the demons that call my head home
It’s purge time my words rhyme like I invented English
Please pardon my French but this how I vent in English
I sat on the bench for long enough I am finished
Don’t fuck with me, trust me, you start shit I finish
So if you rap, you might wanna take your ass back home
With your wack poems that lack facts, and are wrote with no backbone
I can’t condone lying, I came from an area where character meant something...
So I’m here head hunting
Get some! I dare you!! And by you, I mean you!!!
You listening to this right now like, “Man fuck this dude”
Cause I got like 4 homies that rap fuck your homies
I don’t need more homies, no homo bitch blow me
Fuck y’all! Who want war? I’m waging it
Til all my wages get in order, or New World Order come take the shit
Cadence shift, this ain’t shit, I’m so sick
In-patient, impatient, man I can’t wait hit
Y’all in the head with this y’all end up dead if
You get in the way of me venting my penmanship
Y’all in apprenticeship, I fucking mastered this
Rap on beats masterpieces, can’t reach my excellence
I’m on some endless shit, I ain’t gone never quit
This here the purge boy I came here to cleanse some shit
Keep my name out your mouth don’t even mention it
Less it’s to say I’m the best or I’ll end your your shit
End your life, won’t think twice, lean you back, poltergeist
I need an exorcist for all these ghosts I write
Hold the mic like I’m a die if I drop the shit
Dropping shit like I’m the sky in Apocalypse
God if I’m trippin, just show me You know me
Cause people forgot all I’ve grown since the old me
The old me just blow trees n slung weight all day
So just keep that in mind ‘fore you judge what I say
Bet you probably think I’m on 10 I’m still building
Stay outta my way when I walk in the building
Somebody please pray for these rappers I’ll kill em
For real it ain’t safe less you women or children
You new school or old school don’t matter I’ll roast you
And ghost you so fast ya guns still in the holster
The whole world gone crazy end days ain’t that far out
But all these lames rap about’s buying the bar out
So in closing, Rap I hope that you still love me
Cause since you got money you been acting funny
You put down your backpack and don’t write no more
But I still love you and love is worth fighting for