Back From Eternity

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mr Dead, Set free, B-Mokes Coming for your area With the mentality shit is scarier First of all the D. stands for digestic Any mother fucker coming raw trying test Skills of the dead the death defying bastard Blasted from here to eternity back to alaska You ask a silly fucking questions like why ----- mr. dead why must we die Like the bible there's, biblical, I am metabolical Sometimes metaphysical call it metalogical Absurdness, won't be tolerated in this business Your curse, is to suffer like a body in a hearse Tor-mented, suffering SOUL which is you You test a solid debt now I'ma show you how I do The E is for enemy, meaning not a friend of me Put you at the top of the charts, cause you fit in You see you stupid come in raw come in whack The essence of my presence must've swooped down and you smoked it Like crack, get back, where niggas get whacked Need(?) your damn name or get out of the game No time to relax, like a sedative, cause I got a lot, to give Improper english needs a subject in the predicate Styles are plentiful like life in gods kingdom Listen and hear this battle axe quiet as I swing this Lie to metabolics, straight up no frolics Return to the gutter reoccurring alcoholics You never disrespect and expect no retribution Contusions, disarray illusions of confusion, stupid -hook- The A is the synopsis, I try to avoid Like going to the gym not dealing with the steroids (World) prohibited, except in my area, deep in the matter of my mind shit is scarier A fool with no skills, or a fool with no game Plying to get fame but that nigga got no claim Its a shame, run around with no game, now we must hurt you The final D, is for distraction, doing shows, making dough, living well, satisfaction No time to be lax, sometimes nigga slack gotta put them in they place like they your bitch and you they MAC, react Stooping (?) out shit like a furry-a (?), go up against me mothafucka best believe I'll worry-ya Send a messenger, or a courier, put a rush on that shit Get it there in a hurry so, disrespect the dead and I will put you fucking down Some bread and some wine, come listen to the ground, a style profound, listen to the sound, now you know my steez thats how I gets down So now what you do is think, and no dread, maintain ya head, yours truly Mr. Dead Yeah yeah, set free B-mokes, coast to coast, lyrically making niggas like motherfucker french toast, what you boast, yeah yeah its like that