Busking for change 2016 in the works...

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Back again, cipher spin
Failure that made it
Lotto ticket winner
Is just a rich loser, why/
He's still just a monkey in a tie
Wishes he would die
Wishes he didn't have to pretend
Wishes was just a busker again
Just a bumster,
Instead of the beast within
Facin the ogre in him
In the mirror staring back
When he returned from that
Journey east
Only to see the beast
In his reflection
What an amusin sight
To see a loser abuse his life
Train wreck heck
Catcher of first trains smokin
Till she locked him in rooms
And soon he was locked in to consume
But what you consume can also consume you
And she consumed him
Fuck Sccit he's a punk bitch
Fuck it I said it
Yeah tomorrow I'll regret it
Wet your face with tears
And don't dare say queer again
You perverted fuck this is inverted anger but fuck it
Why hold a toungue you ain't John Gotti
Actin hard on the net nicca you ain't nobody
I don't need you I'm far from you in fact so fuck it
Enoughs enough back to the lecture at hand
Perfection was expected cause they paid me a grand or two
The things a ficca will do just to be middle class
He'll sell his whole soul just for that
Perhaps he was better off before the fact
Naw he knows better than that
Or maybe he knows nothing
Maybe he's just frontin
Maybe he's still a loser whose all about nothin
Just street corner buskin
Better than street preachin
Road to hell paved with good intentions
Black lives matter, politicians decisions
Supposed to make world better
Note to self you will make matters worse
Was I blessed with the gift or cursed with the curse
Xzibit said God and family first
Where is God in relation to my current coordinates
Is he still with me?
Am I still in his graces?
Am I beyond bounds
Has the sun turned clouds
Smiles to frowns
Black cloud that follows me
Too dark to see tomorrow
Do I wish for 96
Or 1683
Best believe I'm nowhere in the vicinity
Far from my purpose I've gone off course in volatile waters
Atleast mentally
Cause she recieved me than deceived me
And I can't find it in my heart to forgive
And she can't find it in her heart to give
A flying fuck or the slightest shit
My mind is a mental midget
I climbed and fell and gave it all I could give it
And now I'm back street corner busking
Ironic isn't it?

[Sccit]

breaking for change im makin a change, while every1 is makin it rain
in the strip club they stay drunk while im just prayin for reign
sayin the same the patience remain, to tell u the truth i aint gone complain
i like my dick sucked but bitch what, im just embracin the game
u taste what i came, lacin the brain
with truth, ur brain, it make me insane
the knowledge is power, the wisdom is wealth
the soul escapes with infinite stealth
the ego it grows, the evil arose
the heavenly father defeats it wit flows
the flows that i spit, the rhymes that i speak
im wrong for a day, then im right for a week
right back to the start, the circular flight
but the struggles the same, to reach purpose in life

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

You responded with what I didn't expect
I expected the usual vanity that exudes from you usually
Surprised you came with something
Cause I thought you all about nothing
Call it projection if u want
Or maybe recognize a front
And know when spade is spade
Not about to be played
What's the difference between you and me
Show your cards cause I'm calling your bet
Walk in water and Sccit still gets wet
I don't care how high is the acid trip
You dissed infinite when I reached out with my left hand
I don't like you dawg or what your music stands for no more
I'm in a time warp for what it's worth and have not attended 2016
So when I bring myself to a seat at the table
And I see you for you
You better hope that what infinite senses ain't true
Cause what I'm sensing is that you
Living off fat of land
And loyal to those who hold the ground where you stand
But infinite don't give a damn
Cause when infinite tried to stand buskin
In Venice he got diminished
And when the lights went out infinite
Became the cheddar bob, Danny boy of it
Reflected back to laughing at lights paranoid
In his high times maybe he had high truth
Receiving rockys energy dude became dilute
While stacking up pennies and building a dream
He couldn't keep up with the rich kids who could fuck up
And still come up clean
Your doggy your Siavash don't act like u don't know what I mean
I live with consequences so I avoid the obscene
Yeah infinites back there I ain't caught up to 16
But what if I come up to speed, up to times
Find me Bustin Rhymes in a street near you
One day we're gonna have to face down that bitter truth
If I'm right then I just might be a prophet or teacher
If I'm wrong then I might just be a jealously bitter bottom feeder
Yeah we gone find out soon enough it's all gonna be revealed
I'm ready to face down the demons u hidin behind a pill
Soon we will know the difference between the fake and real