Mad Squablz- Alright/A Tale Of 2 Cities Remix

Lyrics below:

I been on the road to the promise land
i dont have no say in where my conscience land
niggas afraid of im headed tryna stop the plan
my optics stop and scan i can spot the scams
back to basics my shine niggas erase it
all black my attires racist mind is tasteless
better have a wise escape cause i been
aiming at these rappers like my targets faceless face it
you aint no competitor im ahead of ya
never can stay a regular sorry i had to level up
I'll admit instead of being passive and just lettin up
im settin up a way to hassle back the ones oppressin us
so effortless mo' treacherous flow devilish
cold etiquette souls delicate its sold separate
most rappers be so feminine
hoes wanna trip soon as begin to smoke veterans
back in charge im pass the stars
im elevated never hesitated cause
my time is now i been underestimated every time around
until i get up on the mic and brutalize these clowns
eff it its the new age we the new slaves
wearin chains where the noose hang
these niggas fake as hell but the reality is fake will sell
thats why these rappers making bank wit sales
and a lot of our society got hate for self
we hate the fake portrayal we just aint ourselves
me im just tryna pace myself and recreate
so i can generate my wealth
I gotta new perspective i cant be what you selected
ima true reflection which part of the world is safe
I dont know who to call when my fam in danger oh no
police aint sendin warnings no mo but its more like
warning shots at yo dome gots to phone home
these niggas know ima threat no lie
if I said then i meant it no regrets on God
cash rules everything i hate
I can't fiddle wit fate I can't give em a break
you can give em a cape cause im beyond fly
for ions I been ready now it be our time
never know when it could happen so i stay on point
I was born to be the greatest so it aint my choice
to all the haters yu can hate my voice
I aint never stayin silent for yu niggas time to make more noise

I dont need a pot to piss in
I'll use my enemies graves when the plot is thick
get the drop on the opposition
disintegrate ya brain wit a box full of mama's biscuits
im toxic I'll break you down to a crop in about a minute
i take acid and make fractions of fake rappers
a plain assassin wit fake acts of a main attraction
i break beats and remove the mask from ya favorite rapper
then erase tracks of these hateful acts like they never happened
amaze the masses wit great rapping attack em
then turn ya hatin asses to casper for thinkin im something average
i have to let these niggas know that i come to shatter
any average opponent my notion is systematic yo
i had a dream i was chillin wit cole
he told me nigga stay humble never give em ya soul
this venomous road will have you in the systems control
keep killin em tho you closer to fulfilling ya goals im trippin
but that was confirmation cause im tired of waitin
i been patient now I doctor beats like they was rhymin patients
be not mistaken im contemplatin an operation
to dominate for compensation until my pockets breakin
you cant expect to follow fakes and then find yo greatness
you obviate a solid trace as a way to hide yo hatred
never stop annihilating cyphers and blazin mics
ima sniper wit greater sights and they wonder how nice my aim is
im unassuming the blueprint is my imagination
they fabricate what i have at stake isn't a vast arrangement
im passed the place where im fascinated wit fascination
I'll be happy to close the casket on a rapper wasted