FLARE
BY: VYSE A.K.A. UNHOLY

~~~VYSE~~~
I'll have yall niggas shook more then a bitch wit a gun at her clit,
If I wanted to, tomorrow I'll be running this shit,
yall spit shit that revolves around hats and whips,
while I shoot pricks which "revolvers" around gats and clips,
on the assassination list I'm the mark to be hit,
think you living the good life cause you got an iced out rim,
but it goes for the worst once you meet Mr. Grimm,
cause I wont kill you yet, I'll let you watch my stardom,
then tie you to the abbasinyan church in Harlem,
you catch my drift? the rhymes you spit are more like a myth,
my lyrics you listen to and go out kill with,
you can't win a battle with me to see who rhymes are sicker,
I'll have the crowd tossing me dolla's like a stripper,
you see the skulls on my rag, I chose death as my disciple,
he tells me its either him or listen to the words in the bible,
so I question your God but I get the same reason,
so I left them both out my life and now its Pirate season,
time to fight back against the government that controls us,
find and destroy all the lies they told us,
they say don't down the country now, it just got back together,
fuck that, I don't plan on being limited forever,
what about my peeps who still live in a trash pack building,
or the empty lands in the Bronx, when will you start building,
all a bunch of bullshit and you want me to salute to the flag,
"I pledge allegiance to my rhymes, girls, money, guns and mags,
I'm going to fuck this nation before it fucks me like it did my people,
the ones who not getting a share of success, but yet we treat people equal?
pass me a nuke we start from the beginning, I don't care,
leaving behind eternal agony and unforgiven despair,
fuck money we will learn how to share,
or I will die in processes cause Vyse forever cycles around an unholy flare.