Art Of War ft. Ethan K Lyrics

I'm infatuated with this Art of War

I've been battling my demons, shit'll leave you

scarred and sore

I got a couple issues deep inside that eat at me like sides of fries

I couldn't expand my mind till I was rooted to my fucking core

Oh well, these days they make a pill for that

Instead of the ascent they level out the hill, no Jill and Jack

How the fuck you supposed to grow like that resort to blow, no going back

Holy smokes I'll roll a poll and blow it back

And I'm preparing for the fall of the society

Look around and you can see our species is

a dying breed

You pay a lot to eat and breathe, and then you're next to kin is charged to have you layin' 72 inches deep

Now what the fuck is that

And who's to say that there's no peace in loading a gun and puttin' bullet inside of my fitted cap

While laid back in a hammock, raised a couple of feet above the sand,

Not trying to be depressing, that's a question I would like to ask

Those that could truthfully answer are just cadavers

It's insensitive for me to dig em up, just to harass them

I don't worry about the pearly gates, I'll never pass em

Thoughts inside my mind stay

militant and follow suit, do the reactions

As long as I've amassed a mil' or six,

Before I hit the river Styx, be laughing as I blast across it

Probably in a Glastron sippin' spirits outta flask

I'm aware this talk is problematic way before you asked

Made a promise to my mama, I'ma change

I was lying, drinking Thompson, Hunter-esque I apologize when she cries, uh

Time to get it popping off the poverty line

I got a problem with the profit in these pockets of mine

Not stopping, I've been hopping on trends

I hit the ground running, now I'm pacing suicides, full sprint

I can almost feel the motherfuckin' end Concerned the gates won't open when they recollect my sins

I could pass in Paris, Texas and I'd die without regrets

I need a couple loose millions and a stack of cigarettes

Every minute I move forward means the edge is closing in

If I lose belief in myself then it's time to pull the pin

Been dreaming of it since Earl was swallowing the seraphin

Probably setting fire to another fucking sheriff's whip

That's in "Oldie" I know, but that's where

I learned to spit

The future's only getting odder so I gotta pay respects

Scheming on a dollar, fear I'll run up out of time

My dream is manufactured like assembly lines

Red pigment on my neck, my color white like the crimes

Maybe make a life for me and mine off these little rhymes

Sorry I'm exhausted, I've been searching for some peace of mind

With only a buck and a vision, something I will never find

Never mind, I should probably switch my focus

Negativity been swarming through my mental like a locust

If I pass in Paris, France just know I leaped off of the tower on the 47th minute of the 23rd hour, yeah

Day of the week is not important, besides my legacy every whip that I'll leave's imported, uh

I can't explain it but I've already seen my death

And for certain I can tell you that this isn't it

Mama said that I should quit being a pessimist I've taken shots at opportunity, god damn it must've missed