thread made me revisit Revenge of the Nerds
They tryin' to censor the influencer
Just makes me sicker, influenza, yeah
I'll abide by they censorship
Soon as they ride I'll get back on my nikka shyt
Can't reverse
The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis
I've broke bread with societies menaces
I've dedicated sentences to the dead, and said hold your heads to my nikkas doin’ sentences
I send condolences to the victims but, threats to the witnesses
On my path I was facing a paragraph, myself
So they sentiments is felt
When you hate your own and discriminate of self
In a cell gotta make your home, coz you might never make it home
Suicide on your side might commit it with your belt
Keep your pants on homie
Streets I dance on lonely, like only
A bunch of nikkas won’t help, nah
That’s the enemy of stealth
Plus if they get caught how you gonna keep ya heart fatigue
The hustler’s diet is the enemy of health, give ya heart disease / heart the z's
Arteries hard but its hard to leave the bread alone
Aren’t we hard headed, headed for harm, but don’t fret it homes
From the twist tied to the butt
We be rippin’ it up
From the horror to the cure, don’t force the issue
To my nikkas in the war, may the force be with you
They tryin' to censor the influencer
Just makes me sicker, influenza, yeah
I'll abide by they censorship

Soon as they ride I'll get back on my nikka shyt

Can't reverse
The boy-game Advanced, complete the genesis
I've broke bread with societies menaces
I've dedicated sentences to the dead, and said hold your heads to my nikkas doin’ sentences
I send condolences to the victims but, threats to the witnesses

On my path I was facing a paragraph, myself
So they sentiments is felt
When you hate your own and discriminate of self

In a cell gotta make your home, coz you might never make it home

Suicide on your side might commit it with your belt

Keep your pants on homie

Streets I dance on lonely, like only

A bunch of nikkas won’t help, nah
That’s the enemy of stealth
Plus if they get caught how you gonna keep ya heart fatigue
The hustler’s diet is the enemy of health, give ya heart disease / heart the z's

Arteries hard but its hard to leave the bread alone

Aren’t we hard headed, headed for harm, but don’t fret it homes
From the twist tied to the butt
We be rippin’ it up
From the horror to the cure, don’t force the issue
To my nikkas in the war, may the force be with you
