To be honest I baffle myself, my compassion is felt//
From ya speakers to Tunisia, think I rap for da wealth//
author of agony, bring pleasure to pain//
Cuz they can all relate to just about whatever I’m sayin//
This is evidence framed//
I fit da description to da sketch on da page//
tell ya sketch artist to darken in da etch on my waves//
cuz they spinnin nigga*In chris rocc voice*

It’s da instrumental wrecker, michigan’s my sector//
Behold da royal shaft, position of my scepter//
Give women misconceptions when they listen to my records//
Misogynistic bullets from da biggest smith and Wesson//
An inch from ya direction//
Spendin Christmas in jail wouldn’t give da pen da presence//
I give it when I bring it to life,reality rap//
scream in da mic like I’m mad when in fact//
on da road to enlightment da path is this tracc//
ran streets mad deep mags pacced in da bag//
At Gundry park incase we happen to clash//
U bring a knife to a gun fight get stabbed in da back//
More than a figure of speech it’s a jab in da chaps//
Dangle steak in front of a wolf ur a snack in a flash//
My hometown is lackin in cash//
my peers live for today just react to react//
pull da strap from da stash *bap bap bap*how savage is that//
its embedded in our brains young, actin an ass//
u’ll get it kicked….meet up after class it’s a wrap//
recess is over, I’m up from my summer slumber//
take it on da chin, I’m stone cold enough to stunner thunder//
and dats da bottom line, like da last margin//
I wouldn’t give my goals a break if they were glass targets//
with bats arm length//
angry and dangerous psychopath gone schitz//
o-phrenic kids don’t panic//
lost a few marbles I miss those damn it//
flip flows frantic becuz ya atten-ti-on span is//
So limited by time that,I..put extra emphasis on rhymes//
Oh my- I can go on and on for hours//
no one man should have all dat power//
lines bump like raw of dat powder//
I Forecast a brain storm, ya rained on or scour from lead showers//

(Ras One)Chorus
Fame//
Comes with a price//
Were payin with our lives//
Just to survive//

Verse 3
Da mittens full of competition//
So my mind is conditioned to strengthen da gift of spittin//
In any instant I get da feelin to pinch ya spirit//
If dat make sense ya hear me, if dat aint hit ya missed it//
What are ya kiddin??//
Act ya age not ya shoe size children//
rappers think they sicc infected with da hoo blah lyrics//
I’m da antidote a massive dose of truth shot serum//
So take me in vain I’m scrapin ya brain wit da aim to engrave..bass//

(Ras One)Bridge
what goes around comes around//
what are u going to do??//
when da sky comes fallin down on u//
will u run for cover???//

[Milli810]
my life’s is playin musical chairs//
gotta be da last one standin//
when everyone’s done dancing//
even if I’m defeated I still leave here outstandin//
never take life for granted//

(Milli810)Chorus
Fame//
Comes with a price//
Were payin with our lives//
Just to survive//
One Last Song//