Rapaholics Anonymous (feat. K the Muss, Barron B, Brad Thomas & Farmed Goods)

A'ight everybody, welcome to Rapaholics Anonymous
We got a newcomer with us today
Would you please stand up and introduce yourself?

Hello everyone
My names's Keali'i Pahukoa, I'm 21 years old, and I'm addicted to hip hop
I've been an addict since I was 12

I got a rap addiction, aftermath of havin' bad decisions
Path is written, no graphic image to snag attention
I'm past forgiveness, you faggots dissin' will sadly listen
Catchin' feelings, I'll snatch your village and dad your children
Mass impacted the local region, my flow's deceivin'
Close to leavin', my soul is dreamin' to know completion
No retreatin', won't be comedic so please believe it
Was deemed conceited, so keep competin' and be deleted
Ignore the prejudice, overlord with a deadly pen
Accept and feel the arrogance, witness, I got a Hell within
Melt your brim and expel your limbs in a pit for pigs
Resentful shit is imminent, picture this with a twisted end
And this to vent, no miscontent, what you vision friend?
I'm meant to have a better sense, in the mix with a sinful threat
And skillful text, impression leavin' 'em indirect
So kill the flesh and intercept, ain't gotta heal, but still reflect

Lick the envelope and send off my condolences
Hide behind my words 'cuz I'm careless, my indulgences
I could care less whether you think I'm dope or not
But I'mma savor this moment like I'm grubbin' on butterscotch
Light you on fire with the flames that I be spittin' out
Inhale the smoke and leave you passed out on the cracka's couch
These PDF and blueprints gettin' intricate and shit
The workload is heavy, but never think that I'mma quit
Get sloppy seconds like you're at a homeless shelter
Keep cookin' up these thoughts, I'mma be runnin' Helter Skelter
I got passion in my words, smudges on my page
Dangle the key in front of me, bro I'm gonna break the cage
Takin' name fame and head games to another level
Pop a blood vessel, overflowing with potential
Climax in my plot as I come to a conclusion
The artistry of words, the perfect illusion
Uh

Raise the roof, I'm a grey recluse with hateful views
Figured I could hang three dudes at once with a tangled noose
A fuckin' sabertooth, this big cat will mangle you
Prehistoric and vile, your title's biodegradable
Wild and unpredictable, this rap shit's habitual
Super effective flow, my hit points are critical
Keep your shit to a minimal, spit somethin' original
Unlike the generic scrub that loves to drop subliminals
I'm sorry, I got a little off topic
But anger and compassion got hand in hand when you're a rapaholic
These tracks are flawless, abolish garbage, we thoughtful artists
Tear apart our targets with verbal toxics, my circle's dauntless
It's my time motherfucka, check your wristwatch
Do it myself, ain't no wait that I'd ever switch spots
I'm a big shot, and homeboy you is not (yeah)
So keep your head down 'cuz I aim high with the crisscross

They finna call protective services the way that I punch lines
Sit behind the board and clock in, it's crunch time
Or should I say lunchtime, I'm eatin' these beats
Can't keep it discreet, you beef with me, I'll leave you deceased
Boy it's six million ways to die, dem haffi chose one
The game done got me stuck like a glue gun
Indigo children, yeah we writin' with enlightenment
Fumigate the stupid hate when K and Bradley light the spliff
Pass the baton like it's a tithin' plate
Now this right here a cinematic moment, Lionsgate
'Cuz my life is like a movie, a biopic that's unruly
Wrestle with my demons, they ain't hesitatin' to pursue me
Still there's no malice when I sip the gold chalice
Everyday searchin' for a tenfold balance
Ain't enough pots to piss, we facin' that opposition
Hatred is often christened, but pray it won't stop the mission

No apologies to the world for bein' so human
Goddamn, right now, keep goin' and let's get through it
Stay focused, I'm gon' improve it for the jokesters, gangstas, and the students
I love life, smokin' dank, and makin' music
Collaborating, elaborating in my observatory (Uh)
Laminated the gamma rays and lock you in purgatory (Uh)
Dammit David, savage slayer, haven't you heard the story?
I don't manage anger, the bammer banger gon' burn it for me (Uh)
Paintin' pictures gory like Ricky and Morty, your tricks are corny
This bitch is horny, she'll mix it for me just for the glory
And for the record, and for the story, your shit is boring
Kill The Mic Records with Cyric Risner, hip hop restorn'
You can't miss it, reloadin' the clip to start explorin'
My heart is pourin', don't stop the clock, you can't stop recordin'
Goin' with the flow and come larger than a Samoan
My motives won't get me voted, Illuminati exposin' (Yeah)

You wanna get high? Let the record play