Inner Conflict

I conflict with those who are tricked by the gimmick market and can’t think
with logic
Logics are in the distance so I’m makin a pop hit hip hop is askin themselves
why this kid talks shit
It’s just I’m never breakin even so I throw an art fit
Sick of rappers sayin' fresh but stink like armpit and couldn’t test a single
member that’s within our clique
I’ll bring it to you right now but you don’t really want it
I’m born to the sauce that make ya heart skip, if you rolled as much as you’re
told you’d get car sick
A constant my pissed off audience is at your concert, sittin in the front row,
get wet with what they all spit
I’ll be standin in the back hittin ya with a tall stick
I could drown your ass in oil and still ya not slick
Winnin over your fan base make em say «aw shit»
Right in ya damn face, confidence, you lost it
Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard shit … Inner conflict
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit… Inner conflict
Corny white boys just want jokes, this isn’t a comic strip… Inner conflict
Still I bring the conflict, I sing of conflict, I’m in a conflict…
I’d rather be artistic
Painting pictures with my words while freaking a tar pit, you’re broad strokes
are filed with lead, so what you’re eating’s toxic. With this poisonous self
destruction you’re feeling, stop it
Taking more than god’s name in vein making your beating heart quit
Put you on the floor then pull the carpet out from under your feet and watch
you drop quick, flying through the airwaves hit you in a drop kick on the WWF
wrought his war tip
Run up in your crib and watch that horse trip
Playing healthy mind games that keep her thoughts sick the plot is not the only
thing I think is in this porn flick, once I’m done with her you really think
she wants your dick?
That’s not how I’d rather be
This is not who I would rather be
This is not what I would rather be
I am not lit hittin on some club hoppin' bar chick, I star to flick name
dropping on some super star trick, only for the sake of seein her jump on the
jock quick simply get that cock trick spit what your mom drip. Back to these
bastards who claim they got grip, take your finger off the safety and let your
Glock click. Aim for the back of my fist, make it your target, stigmata.
I let the blood from my palm drip, I’ve got to cold and sober (?
) socials in the Arctic, I’ll single-handedly rip through your family make it
look like a mob hit, better stiff it if your biscuit got limp, I’ll go down
head first like Fred Durst for a hot lick of this lollipop stick
Sick of suckers thinking they can balk it. Hip-hop rip offs over a guitar lick.
That little bitch has slit his wrists with his guitar pick. I stick to my
convictions, it don’t make me a convict, I compliment only those who deserve
the prospect, never tried the chronic chucked the tire tonic, not your normal
human assuming I’m bionic, bout to blow up listen to my inner time bomb click
Now these super thuggy guns say bring that hard shit … Inner conflict
Simple simple Simon Simon says to sing the pop hit… Inner conflict
Corny white boys just want jokes, this isn’t a comic strip… Inner conflict
Still I bring the conflict, I sing of conflict, I’m in a conflict…
I’d rather be artistic