Repercussions ft. RnP Lyrics

I ain't living right, how I'm posed to write when I ain't living life?

Plenty left on the table, won't get it tonight

Cadence became stable, you could sense it when I write

Piss on your wounds, I'm adding in salt to injury

Catch me in the 13th hour, you now witnessing wizardry

Fully auto jamming, that's an ill matic

But fuck it I'm still at it, till I make me an illmatic

Deprived myself, feelings, emotions

Admired myself for being devoted

Cut off my own feelings to reduce the hurt

Everytime I hit a ceiling I just make it work

I could prolly write a book

But y'all don't even read

I could prolly land a hook

But y'all ain't worth the plea

I could prolly give u law's

You won't comprehend the light

I could prolly give u bars

You'd just mix it in yo sprite

Rising like Verizon

Eyes on the horizon

Visors, different sizes

Caught in the designers

A professor of prophecy

This shit no analogy

I'm hitting like lottery's

Left em shattered like pottery

Bless, bless thy, thy vision tonight

Stress stress I, rhyme writtens despite

Check check mics, get writhen on sight

Bench press I, might fission the light

Captain America: Civil War, I got division

I done went through it all, with no pots to piss in

I used to creep for nothing, I ain't fear no repercussions

Ducked death so many times that I had the reaper cussing

Although the pen he wrote with meant penny's get to more

On the second night, he left the pen, he lit the store

To get penny's, lift, the pin he strikes accord

He ripped pinny's, split plenty

And Penny hit the floor