Prove Them Wrong

Ima prove me right if that proves you wrong Thats karma sights just coming on strong Ten fold the rents owed yeah lets go Paulo Mac the Arpium on the beat board oh D Money on the mic spittin fire yeah right Crushin larynges with my boot you gargle outta spite With no body like Thor I stack bodies out the door Coming for the corrupt CEOs of the music corps Cheffing up a storm SOSS with the spice blending Boiling to the top over flowing with the sending Of lyrics the spirit but not holy See I spit for the free and the ones holding Out for the time that we all get glory But the time is now that we gotta get gory Rambo 4 this bitch cause CEOs hoarding Slice them fuckers up like a Skyrim war hey Knocking muthafuckaz out with a right and left Face sternum gut give the upper lip a cleft Set game match hatch any idea I have On the mic or write for the right to be high On the rise fly legacy never ending Spending all this time securing our own sending Off when we gone songs proved them wrong We kings of the underground cutting mainstreams arms off I Hack like I'm Hop Wai Jeet Kune Do trained Eh yo I'm snapping necks when I inflect my voice mane The truth is they want you to consume it Like a junkie on the streets they be going through it We out the door for a listen like Oliver Twist Please general public can you have more of this Shit I'm sick of fucking begging for a play Buy a physical but I guess its all the same