da siccness

get loose with hate I produce the fate
and hallucinate to elucidate the truth you hate
im proof you fake the truth too hard to take
move out the way if you wanna save face
blame race blame the case
blame tactics but fam get at it
can't waste away I gotta demonstrate
my time is valuable, don't be inconsoderate
and have some God damn respect
when you show up trynna protect
you better check yourself before you wreck yourself
cos addiction to religion is bad for ya Health
and it's bad for ya wealth
pay the tithe and still go to Hell
but you probably won't cos it don't exist
at least no more than in the sense
of this life is hell and you can't escape
but that ain't a reason to act with hate
I'm ill with a prescription
shill it out with with a quill
im sick with the coniviction
the shit i spit is NON FICTION
I get off when I drop rhythm
so don't act like I'm not getting it
fam I been lit since before lit
sleepwalking through the tides of life's shit
while the light shit you bring is trite shit
I might shit if I bite a bitch
but I don't steal like a snitch
i appropriate and improve
work to only bring out the truth
fuck the world class record booth
i got a phone and a laptop and that's forsooth
but you've forsaksen the truth
talking off like you ache in the tooth
any time your mouth is closed
I best suppose you the next of foes?
can't disclose my plan but yo
i got the medicine bag and my chemical
is life, I don't need to get high
just to get right, I just try
cos this is my rite and I don't deny
you say you on some protrectionary shit
but your God is as fake as your wit
get hit to the dome with wisdom
but you still couldn't spend them
tokens of appreciation I know you been saving
paving the pathway to hell with good intentions
i know you know what it's like in your dimension
but check the cognition, that's my prescription
cos the truth is my addiction
you got no conviction, get on with em
and yeah it's still non fiction, so long rhythm
i bomb a schism and produce more wisdom