Letras
It's slow steps and no less than gradual progress
Oh yes, I don't follow rules of the oppressed
Don't test my patience, I'm a agent of focus
Foes get no wins, both ends get the blowtorch
Go forth, tell all comers I'm all numbers
Small wonder that I'm the bracket they fall under
Long slumber, I was sleeping 21 summers
Now awakened and prone to making it how I wanna
Cue the drummer then flow with no restrictions...liquid plumber
Fix the blunders sometimes, other times I let 'em wonder
Led asunder, said what I meant even when didn't
Who I'm kidding, who's the victim...ripe for the picking
Nine times outta ten I don't chose the system
Useless wisdom, because fools just don't wanna listen
Tools efficient, jewels sufficient, still they refuse the vision
Crucifiction, trapped in the gap like the tooth that's missing
Truth, ambition, and youthfulness as a euphemism
New decisions, when my detractors get too persistent
Resistant too...I would say that I'm dissing proof
He's missing, poof, escape the cesspool like a kissing booth
Closely listen...truth