Select language to translate this lyric
[VERSE 1: CRAW]
Peace to Walter White, Iâm feeling ultra-light,
Like this shit was violet, sirens on my right,
Agony on my left, tragedy on my breath,
Day in my shoes, you couldnât take a fucking step,
Iâm finding that my mind was designed to rhyme to timing that I define,
Define fine, dope rapper, rapping ahead of my time,
My prime, I canât find it, my lungs trained with astronauts,
Space my silver lining, so far behind you not even an afterthought,
Thought process a hot mess, I progress, resurrect stress,
Like left to my own devices I be left for dead, dead set,
To move thru the new school whoâs who with dudes who bruise fools,
Fucking pussies, yall should wear tutus,
Rapping ballerinas, Iâm proud to be the,
Drug addicted asshole, who turned his life around,
But sound like he could smash hopes,
My last rope been thrown over the cliff, aint it,
Tied around your ankles, thatâs a cliff hanger,
I rip anger in the midst of swift danger,
Change up to love before the twist,
Dangle your head beneath me, because Iâm over it,
Old enough to know that Red Rover is a Doberman they let loose,
When you try to leave the zone you in,
Iâm practical, you need to practice, hit you with a cactus,
Laugh when your ass is bleeding in need of a Tampax,
Yeah, this is something you canât have,
Whoa, whoa, I need to slow it down,
Yo, yo, this shit is going down,
Like anything Obama touch, no clown in my circus,
One man band, lyrical wordsmith,
With words thatâll work this dark side of my soul,
Not perfect, but persist, to murk this, Iâm nervous,
I murdered this verse shit on purpose,
Acrobatic patterns, I shatter the matter perfect,
The ladder Iâm climbing is working, for certain,
Iâm hurting daily, broke and Iâm hungry, here we go baby,
Maybe I should take a break, ever going to happen â no,
Never going to rap like yall, never a fashion show, uh,
Iâm just too tactical, jackal with an axe and bow,
Iâm making the art of escape look easy, believe me,
Less of a breeze and more of a whirlwind,
Doing 65 when we ride â me and my girlfriend,
Peace to the bottom feeders, peace to my landlord,
I wouldnât wanna be ya, peace to Edison, I wanna roll in your corporate office,
And leave your mouth hollow like an orthodontist,
Of course Iâve been, praying I get to heaven, but,
Iâm just a dude with a death wish,
Yelling âfuck youâ upon my exit,
Like I really wish my last words could have been my first impression