Intro - Cerberus

I’m out of my mind

Lemme portray my thoughts

Coming off with this intro

Showing all of my skills like a sneaky de vito

A deep beginning with food for thought on the table, i'm on my incognito

I spit lyrical bombs with bin laden under my feet

While your average rapper’s listening to commercial waiting for a classic beat

Hah, i'm a white rapper waiting for wealth like kennedy’s assassination waiting

for stealth in the backseat

Backing my records, regularly tried to make black music

People tryna stop this obsessive passion, i cherish lines to the poor cuz i’m

too sick

I’m too slick, such a dick, bringing you my first mixtape

Bringing my mixed emotions linked with duct tape

This darkness that i’m embracing with this bitches enticing to be raped

I hope you like my struggle art

I started to rap for a chick, damn she had a boyfriend, it cut me deep like Mona

Lisa

I’m a romanian representing the revolution, sticking to the present with this

presentation

Now don’t fuck with me, my lyrics mean war, warning you to leave my nation

Alone, All above my conscious, i might feel more philosophical

I might need more water to drown my talents

I’m sick of people who come across at me like patients

Patience brought me to inconspicuous in front of my parents

Apparently, my raps are full of parental advisories

I bring a lot of substance cuz the chemistry between us brought a mural of

soliloquies

Yeah, i'm here to bring some social commentary

In motion with the universe

I might bring more verses than an unique teamwork ethic by the spurs

I like San Antonio cuz i ball in objectivity

Introspective in a sense that my stories are told from the future

I drop knowledge without autotune i just stay in tune without being a preacher

The teacher of my world is my grandfather

He taught me how to ball and to become as wise as an indian bird caller

A deep beginning

Verse 2

16s a heavyweight, straight outta prison break

Chevy chase on the final straights

My mind is a runaway freight horse comin out the gate

I lay grace when the pen and paper combinate

And from that state of mind leave ya mind in 5 states

Fever like beyonce multiply the crime rate

Droppin the drama vomit dramamine for nausea

Mcs thinkin they sicker they pop lots of em

Im croppin em, circle out, watering creative drought

I ain’t the greatest out but lately all you make it sound

Like asians when im gazing round, the same damn smile

And you wonder why they sayin hip hops down?

Fuck the crown, ima rick grimes ya geeks

With a legion of beats sharpened lead a couple sheets

Then ya brain ventilated the pain i main vein

Insects away yo im spittin mad raid