Xéno’s paradox (Five Fingers Of Death) lyrics

[Intro:]
This for all them f*ck n*ggas that say I'm a mumble rapper
I don't play that sh*t
f*cking word up
Yea

[Verse:]
Since as long as I can I remember I was told to be great
Was told to be real
Was told to always go for the kill
But times can get hard
My momma call my unc' from a cell
He's living in hell
Trapping was all he knew and he fell (uh)
I smile and shake the hands of my enemies
Ducking and dodging drama i stay protected anenome
'Cuz if I don't then im scared I'll commit a felony
Always thinking irrationally
Always acting on jelousy damn
I'm so depressed that not sleeping at all
n*ggas think they been through sh*t but I done been through the fall
Penniless cold and hungry but who do you call
You just make sure you keep track of it all
I just need a girl who's down to earth but her head's in the f*cking clouds
I try clearing my head but the voices too f*cking loud
And they telling me awful things
But im loving they way you do it Gus
I was trapped in a rut and you was helping me through it Gus
Now im sitting reminiscing like why did you do it Gus
But really I know they killed you cuz you was getting through to us
They hate icons that don't do what they want
It be cold in Minnesota n*gga stay in Vermont
n*ggas steady talking on twitter they trying to haunt
But I can't see it through typos with proportional font
I might leave you high and dry and send you back to your aunt
But I really do hate hurting people
But I guess that's all I seem to do so now I'm nonchalant
Im sorry but I can't f*ck with you my goal is the quap
I'm not 'bout an opp
I say that but stay with the opps
I don't know what the f*ck im doing
If I had a f*ckin time machine right now I wouldn't change a thing
I wouldn't change the way that David killed Goliath with the sling
I wouldn't stop the murder of no Martin Luther King
I wouldn't make it so Noah Cyrus could actually sing
(What?)
(Damn)
I know that was a cheap shot
But I would never change the murder of f*cking 2Pac
'Cuz history evolving and now my n*ggas we too hot
There's always brand new futures and we done took up the new spot
Just wait a couple years and you gon see that crew hot
Everyone advancing and getting and getting forward but you not
You act like you ain't bitter and twisted and you ain't damaged
All that f*cking stress that you causing I couldn't manage
I took my f*cking time and you thought that I took advantage
But all your f*cking slip ups can cause collateral damage
Its like slept inside a tanning bed messing up all your tanage
At this point I don't really care planning
I got more important sh*t upon my mental
But nowdays I feel like there's nobody I can vent to
'Cuz n*ggas be talking
But nobody listens
They're all so judgmental
With this time alone I've become so transcendental
I'll work on my mind
I'm training the spirit
Bad vibes I turn to Hellen Keller dont wanna hear it
All these wack n*ggas they ain't Johnny
But on the Test they take time
They taking notes on me but still don't get the punchline
I'm on mine
I'm bout to break outta the confine
And bring the dynamite like its an episode of Good Times
Leave a b*tch slumped like she was sippin on some good wine
She saying I switched up
n*gga that's a good sign
I need that sh*t like A$AP no rocky
"Oh, that line's overused"
Shut up n*gga your "How To Rap" book is overdue
This not the album n*gga this is just the overview
Still in my dms after three years b*tch I'm over you
I always tend to overthink and that just makes me overdo
You like it when im f*cked up and that just makes you so amused
Looking at your work ethic man I disapprove
I'm an early bird you still wake up in the afternoon
But go get your worm
Go get your bread
I got so much darkness and sh*t inside of my head
And if it wasn't for few i might've been dead
So imma be a happier person with that being said
"Money don't buy happiness"
Well it can buy the f*ck outta mine
Imma worry bout my bag 'cuz I don't the time
And I don't have the patience to worry bout a b*tch that don't rock with me
Girl you wouldn't know how to dress were it not for me
But actually
Time is ticking
The clock is running out
And pretty soon the rap game will be washed out
By all the Lil Uzi's
And all the Trippie Redd's
All you n*ggas sound the same
Put a bullet in my brain
I'm already suicidal but you make me feel dead
With your repetitive melodies and flexing fake bread
That sh*t's dead
All you Cobb County n*ggas wack
I'm the realest in the game
That's the realest sh*t I ever said
[Outro:]
(Aye)
(What?)
(Bring the beat back)
(Hold up)
(1226 sh*t n*gga check it)

You n*ggas b*tches
My rhymes will put you in stiches
That b*tch was giving me dome
And I left the b*tch reminiscing
I swear to god it's so simple
Just get the sh*t how you live it
Imma go get mines
My n*gga im never quitting, aye
Yea
I'm a god and imma reign the sh*t over ya
Do the sh*t different now I gave you xenophobia
I told ya
I am a ledgend up in the making
The industry need saving and its mine for the taking
Word up

(R.I.P to Zion)
(I do this for you n*gga)