I open black box, put in them black people,
Black words or my black note.
I have no black needle.
But they stick me with it.
I'm in fact needed in their last living.
I'm rap rifling.
It's my black box, in it bad children's
Lyrics
Paradox. cunning like a fox.
I hide my feelings.
Rap monster, rap star.
Red blood disappeared.
Jack Daniels spirits and my good ability killed.
I wanna cut the sky
I wanna die cos I
Have the list of guys
Whose betray me with their lies.
Now I'm so alone there
I have no friend near.
It's like Choice between Apple and pear.
I hate all of them. Real.
But however I don't trynna' punish them.
They so dirty, I trynna' clear with the vanish them.
I'm new appearing disease, I'm Russian Ca$ish, man.
I taste rap, now I'm going be rap machine. Yeah.