(Is it me?) Yuh

Hello, hello (Shut up)

Welcome in, welcome in, make yourself at home

(Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-fuck, fuck)

My name is, and this is a story

about the coming when you create

(Why?) Losing yourself and finding yourself again

again, again (Bitch)

This is red, red, red

Yo, they want me dead, send shots at my head

I leave 'em red, like my face tat

Reality blows from my tongue, suckers can't face that

Fallin' from the sky, brace for impact

Baptized as a child

still brought to the temple for the sacrifice

I'll slit your throat, blood on the floor

I lick it up before you multiply

Kali Ma underneath the pen cap

Create worlds with the flick of my wrist

Incept perception and accept the lessons learned

Press the issue and impress the few

Except for those who can't know the best is yet

To come for those who stay true

My skin is black and blue like Vishnu

My pants red, wear socks and sandals, not shoes

Pop fools with my Glock who talk rude

I can't stop droppin' facts, bodies and tunes

Since in the womb and eatin' Gerber-like food

You tryna talk, but I would rather fight you

shirt in your mouth

I'm doin' surgery, the truth hurts

pain in your nerves might make you bite through

At night, I write songs that are playful and serious

If you hear this shit, you are experiencing a light

That you can see with your ears

and if tears fall, I catch 'em all

Fill up a cup and throw it right back

I write rap as if I'm fightin' a mob back

with nothin' but my fist

Breakin' bones on contact, feed my people 'til we all fat

Crush a melon head between the nuts

hangin' freely inside my ball sack

Gut check a motherfucker on sight, at the bar

Ain't talkin' Klondike, but I would do anything

The game wraps around my finger like it's a wedding ring

I load the chamber up with emotion and I let it sing (Fuck)

You don't know shit about where I've been, bro

You talkin' like you right here, lookin' through the window

Lay you down on the stone and get to swipin' with the knife

Like I'm tryna lock you out of your iPhone

I let you die slow

Divine fire that burns sin and fill the ocean

It churn with a fervence when I murder shit

When I was born, they put that fine powder on my head

Made of saffron mixed with lime and the turmeric, red