Redacted - Shaq '94

One puff, I strike with cancerous claws
You need the jaws of life to get up in my cannabis jars
Hustled through the night, earned my stripes for the cause
Now I light my pen on fire, Jimi Hendrix applause
Settle the score, go for the jugular first
Joint manipulation, then your getting jumped for your shirt
Fuck participation trophies, keep on hoping that works
The cream rises up, I'm living proof and that hurts
I worship at the church of lost souls
Go ahead and do your worst, I will not fold
I been molded from the pressure that could blow up a diamond
Wish I had nickel every time these dummies try to dull my shine
Keep lying in the mirror for sport
Sheep believe in every word waiting on their support
Lessons learned, pay attention to pages I've turned
Cigarette burns and ashes spread

Getting stuck in the past tense, that's the quickest way to lose your head
I'll take in every word the big homies said
Just like it was big talking, victory spliff sparkin'
More Benjamin's you get, the bigger the damn problems
Targets on your head like a silhouette
Decisions made with regret
How cool does the other side of the pillow get
I'm just throwing around my two cents
I climb ladders you should stick to chutes kid

Instant classic, Shaq in 94
Rules bent until their shattered, scattered all on the floor
If your voice mattered I woulda heard it before
Got writer's block in a casket, who's next on the headstone
Think I flex you got me dead wrong
I'm obsessed with karate kicks, I'm wu-tang in 96
Your product provides no fix
Thought you had a second chance, need to take a better glance at the bigger pic
Try to advance while you bargain for less
You need check your facts before you start beating your chest
Cover up your tracks, like a canopy
Re-adjust your strategies, find a clever way to clean up your mess
I'm putting bullshit to rest like Harry Frankfurt
Fake worth wont determine who gets to the bank first
I'll re-write your night just like a blank verse

Go ahead and take your best shot
If a curse is all you got, I feel bad for your sponsor
Red alert 2, command and conquer
I'm through with the games
I'm switching my name to Ray Donovan
Taking out your whole roster
I ain't done until I hear sláinte
False bravado has become the alma mater
The school you seem to praise has been underwater for days
This isn't me throwing shade
I'm not one for sippin' tea cause I'm way too busy making lemonade
Kill the smiles, it's time that we set it straight
Best by a mile and there ain't no debate
Hand me the plate, I'm rollin' a jay
Big as Ohio, sparkin' it and walking away

I been meaning to get this off of my chest
My need for feeding demons before I put them to rest
My dreams have deeper meaning than I care to project
I scream like a psycho being that has ran out of breath
Care to connect the dots like its bipolar chess
As soon as the voices stop that's when I start to reflect
On what I once was and my former attempt
Saying the sky's the limit with one parachute left

Written by:
Patrick Bailey

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