There's a killa hidin'

There's a killa hidin'

I spit death now that's johnny Cochran. I'm not OJ but the glove don't fit. I still rock the Bruno Mollies, grab the mop and wipe the blood on the floor. I usually don't like white chicks but I know a girl name molly. So get knifed sixteen times, which is sixteen times sweeter then my sweet sixteen. Now, that's 256 degrees of separation, which is not sweet enough because I only have four birthday in my first sweet sixteen. That's a quantum quandary since the years keep leapin. Alive on earth but dead in their minds, so their fears keep creepin. A lot holes in your emotions, so your feelings keeps leakin. You can try and hide your heart, but the lust for your passion keeps beatin. Flawless, no beatin, covert activities, so my knowledge keeps sneakin. Haters want my desire, yet I wont have that meetin. Try to kill my dreams, you 'll be unsuccessful because Ima leave you thinkin. The game is a need of a cashier, people over looked me so keep seekin. People like abuse, so you gotta keep that knowledge beatin. I'm copying me, y'all trying to kill my name since I'm cheatin. You gotta kill hate because positivity can't have hatred leakin. Underdogs work best in the shadows because they're accustom to sneakin. A blind man can see envy because he can smell that your voice is reekin. It kills you on the inside that the person you hate is the person's help you're seekin. You're looking for answers, good that I have you thinkin. Killing your dreams, wasting time, is the reason that people's lives keep sinkin. Hatred, envy, jealousy or hopelessness, y'all didn't know your deaths are the reason for our words are meetin. Let's Fitted, find your secret to success but tell everybody no peekin. Get on or Get left is ya man EF....