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k.a.a.n. – judas issacariot lyrics


[verse 1: k.a.a.n.]
oh sh-t n-gg- here we go again, i need to get in contact with my doctor
i got voices in my head and my mind keeps spinning like propellers on a f-cking helicopter
this suspicious blood is ridiculous, cause everything a n-gg- give is conspicuous, from a sense of security fell to obscurity, yelling obscenities, this is abusrdity
lyrical ent-ty, envied thy enemies, empty this clip till they trip off the remedy
sing with this melody, my flow is heavenly, demons in my soul are constantly tempting me
living in misery, learning humility, spitting a [?] clutching a rosary
all that i wrote is to sanctify savagery, pain and some agony, death and desparity
clearly i need to get my mothaf-cking medication in my system real quick
i’m more columbine, with 12 concubines, i got concrete rhymes that’ll blow a n-gg-‘s mind
shakespearean the way that i construct it, call it al jazeera like it’s m-ss desctruction
i’ve come way too far with this time to allot and my belief in god has been cracked with a flaw
as i thumb through these chapters, this blasphemous baptist
i’m stuck in a nightmare that you can’t imagine
i’m sick of my pastor he’s preaching salvation, just bury me deep so i’m resting in peace
i eternally sleep with bouquets of carnations, roses and posies and blood colored daisies
mutilating my wrist going through phases, n-body noticed that sh-t is amazing
b-tch i’m bipolar and borderline crazy
my father don’t care i swear that n-gg- hate me
now look what f-ck you done done to your baby, i guess that i’m everything that n-gg- made me
i am what i am what i am it’s a shame
the fact that i’m bearing this family name
realizing my father and i are the same
see these apples you burn they all fall from the tree
now chris rolled a blunt at the age of fifteen and kevin’s a d-ck, a literal pr-ck
i hope that you die you son of a b-tch i would give you the shirt off my back if you ask
when i got on that roof and i busted my -ss and the day that i quit you just pointed and laughed now you forty years old and broke with no cash
i refuse to put limits on things that i had, but my life ain’t defined by the things that i want because i wanted to k!ll you i ain’t gonna front, but see then my nephews would have had no father
consequences of my family drama
f-ck that, ain’t no more lines being dedicated to these motherf-ckers i hate
that refuse to acknowledge calamities caused that i’m dealing with everyday okayyy
now a n-gg- ’bout to get technical i’m more mythical, spitting a pristine vow
i’m like tyson my vices are k!lling me slowly
i burn all my bridges in this allegory
disgusted by lack of comp-ssion to man
the root of this evil is seated in wealth
won’t do for another what you do for self
i’m not no rymes b-tch i’m crying for help