Life Is What Distracts You From Death

Yo I got this, I got this, it goes like this, unhLife is what distracts you from deathGaspin for breathGrabbin your chestNow look to God and ask him what's left?No answer, now how can I pass the test?I can't figure out the order of this bastard's messI'm feelin disasterousMassive stressIt's futile like you child trying to sell me bags of sessNow put that to restI'm sportin rags when I dressWhile you're mad obsessedWith Tommy Hil, Polo and GuessGot selected best when rap was a braggin contestNow you could of sounded like THISTo sell records act possessedI've blasted the bestFast like the wild west and had intercourse with the bulletholes in the chestHooooes need to get their fat asses dressedMasters of sexMust have been molested dads committed incestViolated mother earth, grabbed her ass and breastsGot father time ticked off the kid's soft I had to fess...upI never fuck with what your raps suggest they make me laugh mos defAs you get gassed by the pressMe? I'm ridin on E, I got no gas leftI had to walk my way home but I forgot the addressOnce I got there I had no accessTo my houseMoms changed the lock 'cause of my bad ass mouthMy bad ass mouth? I ain't one to hold backI know I'm jet white for some reason my beau's ex is bold blackAsk your girl about 'em yo that bitch is so whackShe gave my spirit a disease called the sooooouuuuul clapThe way she does when she smoooookes crackYou don't believe me? look here I got the koooodak momentOpponents are slow to reactLike when I got to gave a pound and you throw dapNow you know thatEvery man is listeninChange your hand positioningIt makes no sense like a satanic christeningThey panic from all the shit I bringYou ain't been dissed by Sage yet? just keep on listeningI make it interestingThey keep distancing themselves from what I have to sayPeace to my family members that are gone and passed awayDay after day it makes me think about my worth and purposeOn this earth's surfaceSince birth, this world has been a circusOf three ringsOnce Armageddon beginsWe'll hang ourselves from the tree limbsWith G stringsYou see there's too much swingingFrom the hipsRead my lipsAs you watch what I say you're hopin that my toungue slipsBut I made Linda "Tripp", turned Kenneth to a "Star"Sex scandals just distract you from the real problems there areDon't get fooled my the mediaDon't believe everythin you read or eat, everythin they feed to yaEmcees to me, HA, they got lazy lipsI'mma take hip hop back to Eighty-SixSage Francis got you thinkin maybe it's...All down hill from here just like the Patriots