Threat

A threat to your heart and a threat to myself
Don’t pray for a God, I do not need help
You don’t see the belt but you see the welts
You don’t see the real me ’till I'm drunk as hell
You don’t know first don’t self critique
Don’t drink, don’t talk, don’t act like me
You can tackle a craft but I master shit
I amass passion, I take brash action
Ample destroy distractions

Dash habits that don’t fit the fabric
Fix my mask and add lashes to my back
A fresh batch of objective facts
This track is to cast the fear of God
On cats like
You ain’t gotta like that
I don’t fuck with you brats
I hit a home run and I break the bat

My stats are maxed, my is dashed
I roam this stage like I'm draped in a sash
I model to the planеt always, all day
Like a bad bitch on Snapchat
Titillate a
Dissipate thе doubt
Brace that
Don't worry ‘bout shit except what I'm about
The wine and the power and the fear and the clout

I say deep shit 'cause I'm a fucking scribe
Offer my mind as a fucking bribe
I like your art, I don't like your pride
I'm the fucking find of a lifetime
I’ll take your mind and make it mine
My potential, make it my pride
Fulfill you, distill you, pose and film you
Instill my will then kill you

Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace

Capitalize my crisis, monetize my life, bitch
I don't remember writing this
Lightning strikes in abundance
My plight perfect for indictment
Frightening friends and inviting critique on my judgement
But I can't stop I'm plugged into the new covenant
Accept my death and express my sin

God is and I'm Jesus Christ
And ‘cause I can pay the price
Beyond reproach, beyond advice

On a holy mission to silence all my critics with eloquent admission
Integrity integral to my existence

Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace

Don't talk to me now, I am drunk as hell
Don't ask how I am, man, I am not well
Can't extend my arms in this tiny cell
I only make beats as an excuse to yell
Always but a child reclusiveness fell
Always but a boy with a death
I enjoy sucking you in as well
I employ my suffering to sell
Can you not tell? Can you not tell?
You don't see the belt but you see the welts
Don't ask how I am, man, I am not well
Don’t pray for a God, I do not need help
Mastered how to speak mastered how to spell
Now I cast spells and I revel in my hell
A threat to your heart and a threat to myself
But explain a death threat to a bombshell

Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace

Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Damned to the fate
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace
Look me in the face, maintain pace
Meet this gaze, fall short of my grace