The Death We Speak Of Video (MV)

You know I'm from another fukin planet
My blood filled with rage and my head spins manic
Murder f*ckin tracks I'm automatic
I might just go in and uh I can't expose finna wreak havoc
Like mother f*cker watch your back
These bitches know EVRHTHING you on the map
How bout you look the next time you sit back
Observing the birds but you live in the past
Like motherf*cker watch your phone
Motherf*cker what you know
Motherf*cker no one know
That's why I'm alone
Still tryna find home
These bitches don't know
The death the pain the killing around us
Break the chains the feeling is groundless
Grip the grain the fears the flame of fame
The rain pouring onto your name bitch you know the game
F*ckin shame
I'm insane
I'm blow ya brains uh
Know my ways
And I'm on a mission no minimum wage
Feeling the rage up
Feel amazed on em
Raised up f*ck ya lane up
F*ck ur feeling what you say uh
Whats going on inside my mind feel like I've been gone too long
Doing everything everyone told me just to learn that I live life wrong
F*ck verbatims and a ultimatum
Cuz my head really is too strong
Get a fresh page then I hop on a stage in my mind let my thoughts fill songs
One false move I can lose everything
It's scary looking at it now can carry anything
Consequences varying
Fear it it the very thing
That's at my door like lemme in
I never let get me in
I've been observing
Enemies lurking
I play the track and then reverse it
I break the surface
Motherf*ckers really want the dirt bitch
Like I ain't heard bitch
You ain't the motherfucjin first bitch
Thanks for the service
I'm coming for the crown
Like what the f*ck is going on
And as I look around I see the evil draining
You peoples will to live
Hypnotizing and blinding you since you been little kid
I never walked amongst you motherf*ckers I'm alien
Can't talk to much about it yeah they hearing in
Bitch I Handle my business
I light the candles forgiveness
I kill the beat till I finish
Got Murder problems a sickness
He witness you witness I finna set records like guiness bitch
A curse and a gift at the same but you call it illness bitch
F*ck it up hit it up
Let em up
Leave em up
Feed em up
I feed em up
Don't you keep me up
I need the lows to fill me up
Fill me up
F*ck it up I hit it up like what the fjck
Let my lyrics represent my mind
And that's why I switch up my fukin flow all the time
Like I don't even know what I'm thinking like half the time
Like ain't no fukin words just feeling all the lies
Motherf*cker I'm a sensation
But bitches still play me like PlayStation
I'm Paranoid on a daily basis
And death been showing its ugly faces
But it don't phase me
Peter Piper picked a pickled pepper from the leave my lighter lost a lotta gasolina
Catching all this smoke you know I gotta re up
And I ain't want it for lust I mean I want it love
I don't wanna hurt you more
Get lost for nothing
Lost energies lost emotions
Lost epiphanies
Lost they minds
The loss is getting to me
First fall over
Cross the dough for show
Bruh
Lost the most but still don't learn to show bruh
Like a king cobra I learn to stand up
And what they educating everyone is just a stand up
I go and feel like everyone's vibes to get me fanned up
I hate it what im feeling like really must I surrender
While everybody keep on feeding in
To the feed they in
Looking at shit they don't fukin have to rub the feeling in
Leaving them dead and worthless without any feeling then
Exposing them to everything that we can call fear and then
Motherf*ckers become crack addicts
Motherf*ckers become trash addicts
Motherf*ckers lose all their power in themselves go ahead n laugh it
Start to form all them bad habits
Im a fukin turtle y'all some bad rabbits
I don't give a F*ck about past habits
I already told y'all I'm a rap addict