Throughout Heaven

I've become Death I am the One The Myth I'm sick of better in conversations that aren't in my favor I would wager none of you would commit to the labor I'm nothing but greater Becoming a Major The best in the game The most valuable player The only failure is the warmup and THAT'S in addition to being patient That isn't a what if situation I have evidence to back up my statement I tend to be vacant when my emotions come out to play Ignorant but often adjacent Stuck in containment Adjusting these layers Handling these papers Ignoring these haters when they com knocking on my door Playing kind Pretending to be blind When I'm caught up in a bind I only ask you to mind your own Learn to shut your fucking mouth As I become a prodigy I don't want your apology They seem to be harming me Uniquely creative is the cost of using my perception Which is why I've avoided your direction I could never imagine the lack of expression The lack of perfection the lack of love Always feeling like I'm never enough from the lack of Lack of respect You think you deserve Everything I deserve is in reserve Til I become better than It's quite simply common sense It isn't as dense as you believe it to be You're truly undefeated when it comes to acting Ignorantly before you leave Let's play Russian Roulette but with a Remington Slugs in case, you might miss I'm Cupid with the scope This is my Valentine Here's a little kiss In case it went over your head I'm referring to how I put a bullet To your frontal cortex Blood Red Like Deadshot With both of his eyes close Like Bulleyes with the shuriken's Like when I take a sip of Gin Given a pen, Do you want to play a game I'm sure it's imbedded deep I want to make amends Attending a funeral is the closet I'll ever get My closest full of skeletons Thereby, I ended up feeling Impatient when it comes to demonstrating My skill Usually I go for the kill The constant misconception is that I was somebody else The only version I've been trying to reach is the peak Accommodating for infinity It isn't my dignity to speak on the subject of better days These waves, catch me drifting through change Limited my range to the critical thinking Ended up being with a baggage of trauma That I really don't want to be unpacking Otherwise I'll be lagging in my passion Questioning to where I'm headed Often confused where I intend It often depends How driven my mental is able to settle I let it boil Like a Kettle Put Forth an Effort If the needle is the slip up My pupils dilate Driven to vaporizing my enemies Continue building these recipes A tendency to per-fect every bar Like it's a script Quentin Tarantino mixed the Ramsay I just got a feeling I love when it gets a little jazzy Used to antsy about the beat