I believe that things aren't always what they seem,
But real talk, I got too much cock for skinny jeans,
I shine and get hight without a blunt or the bling,
And despite my humble living I was born a King,
KD do tai chi lyrical martial arts,
I rap circles around dudes like ace bandages or scarfs,
Hark who goes there its your worst nightmare,
A man with too much ammunition and possesses no fear,
I go to war with no weapons just heart and fists,
And you not pussy you just sit down to piss,
You see the worst thing you could do is call a man a bitch,
No matter how tight his jeans are or how good that shoe fits,
Get it right, every time I touch that mic,
Its the lyrical equivilent to "Let there be light"
And it was good but on the seventh day I got tested,
Snatched the heart out of his chest and dead I left him,
Let me paint the picture for those who wanna try me & don't know me,
You could chop a tree down with a butter knife before you get one up on me,
And you might say that my swag is just too much,
Well only God can judge me and in him you trust,
This I swear the next dude that inturrrupts my rest,
WIll end up heartless like that mutha fucka Kanye West,
And then walk off leaving you with your entrails out in the open,
So you can get fucked over, no vaseline or lotion,
I got this rap shit on lock like a dread,
Keep in mind I wrote this just before I went to bed