Dxitperfect. ft. Green The Instrumentalist Lyrics

Punishin fools with the sword's pointy end

Straight through/ no punch-ins that's for munchkins

I'm a man battlin psychosis

My gift is their cruse

Brain filled to the brim with words

My mouth stay running

Spittin nothing but verbs

Mumblin to myself

While standin on curb

Fools walkin all around me

My eyes scan the dirt

Searching for worth

Hoping they get it as we converse

I got a lot words

Jammed in my verses

Can't cut through the fat

It take time to get to the source

I prefer to be immaculate

With my passages

Picture accomplishment's

After accidents

You know

After accident we back again

Thriving at the end

Uhh

We back again

Back again

Back again