Poisonous Thoughts (feat. Mr. MFN Exquire)

Yeah
 INS, 7, Eso
 Here we go
 Birds in the coop murder herbs in my boots
 Blue convertible, heavy head swerve on the juice
 Bottom to the top, pops hot like the bottom of the pot
 Top dollar, you can spot him at the spot
 Flow Murder One, third world slums heard of son
 Overtime grind get it first come
 A-Team Hannibal, 88th page in the manual
 Maintain, handle intangibles
 You see me push through, bully at the park
 Do it like the crooks do, hoody after dark
 Spark with the flamer on, bang a drum
 On til the break of dawn, take him on like Jason Bourne
 Later on, poly with a model chick
 I ain't into politics, 1-6 call me a lobbyist
 Know there's no stoppin this
 Years from now, homie still rockin' its
 Dark knight roaming the metropolis
 Through my pugilist struggle
 Me and the mic make a beautiful couple
 Musically lift em without moving a muscle
 I punching crews like I'm Russell
 You wanna tussle with pitbull muzzle
 We can reduce you to rubble, you don't want no trouble
 I'm Zeus in a goose bubble
 Producing a verbal beef
 With the Wu and the crew is deep
 With a lucrative hustle
 Now see, I can be a []
 Put you rappers to the drum
 Cut your pinky finger off for fronting, that's a rule of thumb
 Fuck your motherfucking beats, I don't care who they from
 Check it out (You good, right?)
 Yeah, yeah I'm good, listen
 I put the "am" in "ammunition"
 Cause I am a hammer spittin
 Superman be on a mission, but y'all change in a booth
 Yeah, my fam-a-lam I'm missin, but I'm handlin my business
 Keep the planets on collision while maintaining the truth
 You off course like a lost pilot
 You can meet the shepherd, cause I'm violent like the Lost pilot
 No one survived it
 No one survived it
 Liquor all over my liver I'm still sippin' there
 Grab it guzzle it down like I don't give a shit
 That's how I fight back like "Life, take that"
 Right to the heart that's why that shit be burning my chest
 I invested in all the shit they sell you in
 You's a little man, the sky's the limit all that other shit
 Blah blah blah, get a tad older than this then
 You gon' settle in whatever job can help you pay the rent
 Jimmy Olsen and the superfriends
 That line was doper than a motherfucker but you couldn't understand
 Metaphoric to my light bright, why do I fight?
 Up down, bottle top, left in the wrong fight
 Czar of the gong show, that's an oxymoron
 Don't ever call me crazy motherfucker, I'm just border
 Back to the gong show, I bet you didn't get it
 Ha-huh-ha, get it niggas is so dritty
 If you believe in fate then that means that life's scripted
 Give or take a couple of pages for quick edits
 I just rip out them pages, nothing is ever sacred
 I'm searching for an oasis, the end is coming no way to save it