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[vanillathunderstorm]

gone, not forgotten, memory tatted in my brain

this the track where i'll make magic so we'll attach it to your name

the name they dragged up in the mud, i can't really explain it

but all your passion, your best attributes, they travel thru my veins

feel em' in the plasma in my blood, they bangin' gavels cause they judge

anything they don't understand, for example an honest man

The king's presence riles the peasants, Gods walk among common man

How fast I'll go down that rabbit hole when I visit Wonderland

late for an important date, stuck in limbo, stagnant waste

the hottest topic since the tropics, since yo ass lacks imagina-sh-un

That's a bit aggravatin' when you factor in the badass rating

Plus add in the savage nature of my tracks, then you subtract the haters

I'm a self aware and admitted addict, former dragon chaser

A magnet for any kinda madness, lurkin' in the shadows waitin'

Graduated to jack the ripper status, started out back in the day as a major

Pain in the ass, fake it til you make it, catch you later

Casted in the role of chaos, evil scientists energy

People been tryin' to finish me like a pair of twins intertwined with their sentencing

You stupid thinkin' that you could take B, when you scared to battle me

Great minds think alike but the best communicate telepathically

Laughing maniacally as lightning flashes in the background behind me

Adjectives I'd be comfortable with as they describe me, nasty and grimy

Passionate, timeless, one of a kind, one in a million, straight in a billion, b

Had to break through the glass that hit my head as I was scrapin' that ceiling, free

At last, open the cage, notebook engaged, focus the rage so it flows on the page

Go through these stages, like a teen goes thru a phase, I never know if I'll stay

For a moment or maybe most of the day, sometimes it lasts for a week

Perhaps if I keep on mastering ink on the canvas, I'll keep spittin' heat matchin the beats

Rinse, lather, repeat, never wastin' a fresh epiph-en-y set to rhythm

Better take it and put it on a record, education thru repetition

Better believe that Brandon envisions himself as a man on a mission

You see me as a cancer living inside of my family, law had my brother remanded to prison

No wonder he struggled to manage with freedom, enough abandonment issues

To damage a kid who stands up for his crew, backin' his people

Voice for the muted, man for the whispered screams

Damned if he doesn't, damned if he did too, seems

Like a double edged blade, that's what he's grippin'

Squeezin' it tightly inside of his palms as his blood gradually drips thru

The cracks in his fist, flooding into the puddle below

Where ever he'd go, always struggled with pickin' whoever he chose

To trust between the angel who put him in danger

Or the favored winner, the devil you know

The lie you can live with, mistakes that you made

The secret you may have agreed to take to ya grave, that way you'll be safe

How tangled the web is whenever we weave it

With threads of deceipt, would you ever believe it

If I said I was deep into Christians who'd teach the lessons of Jesus

I feel like I could float via telekinesis, but ya'll wouldn't ever believe it

You'd swear it's a CG Edited piece of footage if I videotape it

Or a more practical trick in your face but the shit is so basic

Either way, I'll never win so I'm sayin' there isn't a point for the effort I'd make

To meditate a second before levitatin' get a taste of your medication

Sick of never being takin' seriously since forever ages ago

"Brandon's pathetic, baby you will never make it"

I hope the day that my vengeance awaits me

Is close enough to taste on the tip of my tongue

Cause I keep having dreams about getting it done

But each ends as I wake up feeling hollow and empty

Depression be finding ways to leave me blind to my blessings, ashamed

 

 

Envious of any hatin' bitches straight up livin' to the fullest

While I'm sittin' grippin' a pistol trigger, pull it send the fuckin' bullet

Through my temple, save the optimism for them bitches in different situations

Wish I could trade for one day, me and Bill Gates switchin' places