Mr. Usison

Off my song "Scripture" yo thru this scripture u feel my pain. thru this scripture i paint a picture so u listen to what i'm sayin. they tellin me the soul is gone its died. it'll never be back, its no chance for it to ever be revived. so what i'm just a lost poet. wit a talent sicker than these other niggas but'll never be givin the chance to show it. so gimmie the thrown, the crown, and down fa show i'm gone hold it. u see, cuz imma thug lyrisist like the boy nas. rob, wit his harsh rhymes. resembles his dark outlook on life like he's lookin at it thru ray robinson's eyes. but like the nigga game, i gotta keep it gangsta wit mines. so i'm just a lyrical poet thug right? like fuck life. aristotle, wit a lit dutchie and henn bottle. but i'm not like this in the sense that i dislike life. but more so i push it to the limits i try to get as much as i can out of life. and fuck, i wish i had dreams of becomin a lawyer, or astronaut, a doctor of some sort. but that shitt is not in me, my heart is sewed to this mic and the hoop court. and if u're sure, u're hard, and u're not sane. then step to me and end up paralyzed, don't paraphraze what i'm sayin. yup. so stop playin. Emanon, half black, half vicious. full positive to attractin dime hoes and riches. forever allergic to haitin ass niggas and bitches. so, loud and clear, right hear, nigga read my lips. money over bitches nigga stick to the script.