And I take this oath, I will follow your coffin to the grave, before I see you become a maker of music for the devil. Magic Mona Magic, Magic Mona It's gotta be magic I separate the track with beautiful poetics, divide with poetry is in my genetics Pure bred black man, nah nah nah nah, black man, I attack man with the venom of a viper Torch sniper, rattlesnake, shake and bake, hit you like an earthquake If losing is not choosing, then I'm a lost soul, they hit me with that's how I roll, feel the toll Callers with no ID, but I'm I.D.E., permission to speak freely Tried to play it breezy, but life ain't easy, a difficult life, had to learn how to juggle drama I smuggle mama, put that in the past, but they wanna be the *** down to the ground So there is no sound, I'm endearing to the weirdos, it's weird though I'm not one of them, yet they feel my pain, I walk alone in the game with no one to blame They say beggars are lame and have no aim, those doing the choosing are perusing And who's being used and abused, I guess I keep you amused And what point did life become critical, was it when my heart died and I became cynical Or was it when my very speech became lyrical, mass murders couldn't feel how cold my flow is, colder than snow is Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar And a superlative command of syntax, I simply chose not to employ them Try to strain and reframe my pain, being all against the grain We're habitual and in a robotic ritual, I condone my own visual, for this is literal Real like addicts and junkies, and they wanna call me a monkey Let it be, I let bygones be bygones and so on and so on Gotta let it slide, yet hurt my pride, but nevertheless I was in a position so vulnerable, and not every person was honourable Beggars exist, far from being gorillas in the mist I clenched my fists, all of this, and I didn't do the choosing Even though I was cruising, I was losing, couldn't stomach defeat or mediocrity And not being accepted was a shock to me, the truth hurts and my pain was in vain How can I maintain when I can't sustain, and even though I'm verbose And I roast the microphone, I feel all alone in the red zone And some say, what does it matter, being a mad rapper has its drawbacks Motherfuckers hate me, I never saw that, when trials and tribulations ended That had only just begun, and all the girls had fun But I would never succumb to conformity and normality So being *** over was a formality Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary Not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax I simply chose not to employ them Employ them O-K! Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary Not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax I simply chose not to employ them O-K!