(Hook) I've never been More Eager to Torch Ether let it reign fire and call it Storm Research
I am a real Nor Easter
I'm Sleep Deprived my life isn't an Easy Ride globalists with Greedy Ties
don't hear the Needy Cry but I got god to Speak Beside
and sticky bud to Keep Me High so we can all Smoke To That
watch as I Roll Through Tracks and Flow True Raps
I'm as Solid as Gold when I Demolish my Foes
my mic will Acknowledge my Soul why should these Fakes Be Mentioned
I'm a Crazy Weapon rain matrix will Say He's Repping 187
after some paper Ta Count preferably large Amounts
headed for my Account you can keep Tha Crown
all I needs a Sniper Rifle this Writers Psycho
enough to ice Yur Vitals no telling when this Lifer Might Loc
so I chill like a Hitman that could Disband This Land
he's a Big Damage Chance so respect His Stance
go ahead Spark Tha Issue I got Bars Ta Diss You
everyone knows my Art Official your just Artificial
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we all got Stories to Tell some are Gory as Hell
they make you Sorry you Felt the choices Storm yourself
tha gift of life is Precious it sparked this Restless
Method I Wreck With relaying my Message and my Perspective
like a soldier in a Jungle caught in a tornado Funnel
lyrically going Gung Ho watching an empire Crumble
from economic Fumbles stocks continue to Tumble
so we the people get Pummeled we should be letting Guns Go
the real crimes go Untold as they try to make us Stumble
you won't see me lose my Footing I know someone is Looking
behind my back and Pushing me closer to Insanity
and farther from my Family all of my Fans Agree
you better beg for Amnesty I will end your Fantasy
you don't wanna Chance A Beef for tha love of Humanity
the hustlers And The Streets we Can An will fix this
if not a Cannon will fix this
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I often Hit tha Spliff like I don't Give a Shit
my Fists don't Miss my mic has a Pistol Grip
I Spit what I Live with no fear of Death
thankful for every Breath everyday's a new Test
so I'm doing my Best to be an Individual
who stays Original using vivid Visuals
a far cry from Fictional even when I'm Miserable
you can still take me Literal there's no way I can Fail Now
this worlds like a Jail House and we ain't getting Bailed Out
were fading into Darkness liberty's being Discarded
like a piece of Garbage they'll put us all on the Market
the believers are Targets hell may seem like a Bargain
but damnation isn't Fun there's no where to Run
somethings can't be Undone other things only happen Once
so I keep my views upfront enjoy life like your Young
it's second to None you are what you Become
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