Sick Rat & Cedric Till - On My Own (feat. Chel Strong) Lyrics

In my dreams, I kill right wing extremists
While chased by suicide bombers thru falling buildings
But survive - I'm the luckiest shit magnet alive
Been bullied and barred from all institutions devised
A hound of Hades, not an underdog, writing from three minds

See the fury in my eyes, as I ride to expose cowards
From the God to the Ghost Hour, imbibed the most power
From potions brewed by alchemists, the fermentation
Of molasses, multiply distilled, aged in oak casks, as

Rhum's all out, so rogues a'plotting
My magnum opus is a doctrine, of singular focus
On being on point as a Bodkin, though it cannot be seen
By fans and rappers with negative diaopters

I'm no f*cking prophet, but I promise I will prosper
Marry an impossible girl like Clara, and I'm the f*cking Doctor
Desire that's vocalized will manifest
Through energy channeled from the heart and then to the throat chakra, what

In the mind of odd perception when speaking society's perception
Across the thin line of genius and manic depressive
Been trying to get rich over and over so damn long
Don't know if this is truly genius or insanity pressing

My philosophical niggas say I'm one of the few
If it was one bringing the change needed, it's you
Religious church folk say that it's blessings from Jesus
But Jesus, with last night's sinning that can't be true

Conspiracists virtually say that I'm selling my soul
Make some backstory like he be spittin' in demon
Even the crazy think I'm crazy, I guess I'm alone
The only thing that got his back is the skin that he's in

Call him a narcissist, or just call him an artist
With high attention to detail, low attention to arguing
Rather just do it my way, f*ck your opinion, just pay me
You know you a genius when niggas start callin you crazy

My mind it ricochets, grenade shooter, lungs aerate buddah
Renegade, then came to ya, put blades through ya

I've gone too long on my own that's why I remain cuckoo
You wouldn't be able to sleep if my thoughts had came to you
I wear on people like erosion, idiosynchrasies
Developed from the fact that I never felt I was chosen

Spoke to demons as a teen, and kept some on a first name
Wouldn't you know, most resented me for letting them get to me
Make of that what you will, I'm a cryovolcano spitting
Liquid methane, in the pressure cooker of life, it'll catch flame

No matter the platform, game always respect game
Remain leery, my game theory's to check mates
It's just experience, smile at you while I'm serious
Collect hate by aborting your brainchild before you lactate, bitch

Respond to vibes, ignore tribes of sore critics
The vitriol in my writtens resembles 14 Phillipics, though
All said and done, my body of work'll be Cicero's
As a millenial, without the arrogance to say that "I done did it on my own"