Nasih - Sway's Hand (Freestyle) Lyrics

I usually run from death but this is not that case
Imma look lucifer down his double barrels with a straight face
You can either squeeze the tool or get up out of my face
Pop that cap and you gon catch a case
Don't pull the trigger and you've made a mistake
I'd catch you real quick with a rake
The fakes be in the grass
But tuck that tool away and don't think you'll get a pass
I know all about you
I know about your past
Acting like you move crates to get your cash
You dry so ashi I'm samurai jack
I'll crack your coconut you ain't moving racks
I'm with the coolest cats
No retreat we ain't moving back
Everybody act like they make good decisions
Everybody wanna say that they listen
You don't half the stuff inside I'm missing
You don't know that this hasn't just risen
Suicidal thoughts ain't nothing different
I just wanna wake you up give a little bit of vision
I have an incision
Inside of my heart
I just wanna show some of my art
But my conscious split tears me apart
This is my craft
This is all me
I pray for good peace
I pray the police
Don't shoot my front end to end my back end when I'm walking down the street
It's hard for me
This life is bleak
Outlook seems meek
But can't accept defeat
So I stay on my feet
Stray on the beat
The truth is cold that's why my pen is iced over
Shinin' like the sun beamin' off a mars rover
But the lyrics I spit are hot
Believe or not
So when I write with the ice it gains a little spice
My pad burns once the cold hits it
People want to deny my status cmon just admit it
You'll feel the temperature raise the second I start spitting
I'll take a hammer to your head just to get inside your mind
And I ain't even toppin' my prime
My tower is yet to be built new record bye Burj Khalifa
I woulda done all this without even talkin' bout reefer
Hear me boom through your speakers
Soon to be on L.A Leakers
Everybody wanna flip a pack
Better bring it back
For you get a slap
Just listening to this track
I really mean to do it
But I'm here to prove it
I got a room in this game
Should've sooner I came
And consumed the flame
With a boom and a bang
Consumed by my pain
My mind is confused considered insane
Ruining the flatness of my brain's plane
Crashing ships with no aim
Ghost came
Told me to go against grain
Got suicidal thoughts and full loaded clips Cobain
Clout so strange
No change
When the foes claim
To gold chains
Slavery is real you know mane
I ain't really got much conscious
So what I spit is jumbled nonsense
I try to be honest
I promise that I am not god sent
But I got a goddess
Regardless of my ill colored polish
Regardless of what the cards is
I play them divine proposterous
I know that when I spit I'm the hardest
I keep going poetic flow they callin this a sonnet
I'm always on it
Coldest to spit drippin water like it's tonic
Lf these rappers today speaking all this gibberish
From your average rapper yeah I am much different
Now I am very vigorous, picking up your interest
So fluent with my words I'd make Shakespeare seem illiterate
With all these lights flickering, lost souls whispering
This perfect life that im picturing, this will never end
No matter your interests, hobbies and your preferences
I'll make your favorite rapper insignificant, im sick of this
Obsession with, famous peoples lives
You think a million instagram followers validates your life?
F your likes, views, dislikes and subscribes
I won't stop till im the greatest of all time