Death Wish Video (MV)

Dispel the system
You know hell's a mental prison
Those sick conditions stay twisting against my choice
Scripture scribbling visions, went and gave me splinters
The shit made me vicious
Sentences weaponize my voice
Real art's gon' always last and paint a picture
If you listen too much, then those lames'll get ya
My troubles dealt left and right, but I'm ambidextrous
If you mutter behind my back, bitch, that's a death wish
Over the years, I've kept thoughts that's been stocked upstairs
Now I'm ready to talk blessed messages for folks to hear
Voltaire with a pen designed to shake spheres
My verbal white as snow but armed to break careers
Sketched words are paint of pure pain and morbid angst
I've been crossed, so now Rich poss-ess the voice of a saint
No heart in this game, makes this place a voided space
All these rappers appear the same, like they're Florida babes
I'm more of the, uh
Mortician when you listen
To vivid descriptions
Depicting non-fiction shit I live in
Trynna stay present, but life isn't like Christmas
So often I envision
Going deep within my thoughts
With the pen, I jot
Shit that's deep in my heart
Reset the clock, deep-end plots
Heal the field like Deepak Chopra
Fueling these topics as mi outlet
To seek out a spark
Trust, I release out a lot
You better believe that I'm hot
Look
I bar these subpar rappers up like C-O's
Capital punishment, my lines administered so lethal
Family death ministers, calamities they fathom it
I might have to Warren Sapp 'em all 'cause they don't see a sack in it
Facts spewing tension, that ain't no fun when all you see's bucks 'n pensions
'Specially for complexion, that ain't no specialty
'Cause they see rap music fit for boys committing felonies
And these letters? They stay stained bold red, TIME Magazine
I don't load shells in holsters blowing down firing nine magazines
I won't say "Oh, hello" to the last packing chick that I seen
I gotta fight against that fat ass like cavalry
Stay focused
No bullshit
Then roadtrip like travel teams
Tactical how I fill lines, masterful in real time
Mind detonation laid out, that's how I fill mine
With all my might, I fight, like Mike Tys' in nineteen-eight-five
To deny my life, of this nine to five crime
Dispel the system
You know hell's a mental prison
Those sick conditions stay twisting against my choice
Scripture scribbling visions, went and gave me splinters
The shit made me vicious
Sentences weaponize my voice
Real art's gon' always last and paint a picture
If you listen too much, then those lames'll get ya
My troubles dealt left and right, but I'm ambidextrous
If you mutter behind my back, bitch, that's a death wish