Heart Throb

I have intuition, call it premonitions
Traded suspicions to lose my inhibitions
Crafted dark mission cause sinister decisions
Cold caliber precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will I make it thru
(Gunshot) everythings slowing down, my heart throb too
Still haunted by the past, no credit for the present
Death would be a blessin, but would I learn my lesson
Life is a constant, got my heart stressin
Now security is threatened, so rounds is ejectin
Hollow point words, killer vicious stares
Months of mad silence, no need to care
Weaponry loaded so let’s take it there
Ten minutes in the tomb, nine months of truth or dare
Revealed my revelation mind lock in a room
The lock release combination for the year of doom
I carried the baggage like a tormented baffon
Then prayed, please let the release can come soon
Can’t leave this place, got responsibilities
There more important things than ending my dreams
I need more time to deal with my enemies
Got to make it right cause GODS eyes are on me
I have intuition, call it premonitions
Traded suspicions to lose my inhibitions
Crafted dark mission cause sinister decisions
Cold caliber precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will I make it thru
(Gunshot) everythings slowing down, my heart throb too
Bout ta go to war, I’m dressed in all black
Tired of the lies, I’m spitting straight facts
Lecxs can’t be moved and can’t be pushed back
Watching my own back ain’t fucking wit Aflac
Son I’m on fire, man I’m burning up
Leaning like I’m drunk sipping rum from a cup
This worlds full of pressure and I’ve had enough
So I’m pressing back opening wounds in ya gut
Please test the temper get biodegraded
Ya know what I’m packing, get more than faded
Living in the ghetto hollering that ya made it
In front of the block ya Porsche gets sprayed kid
Cats need to move but haters keep ya pigeon holed
Trading a lil money, then giving up your soul
Y’all can’t stop me cause I continue to roll
On my Busta Rhymes getting all in ya bootie hole
I have intuition, call it premonitions
Traded suspicions to lose my inhibitions
Crafted dark mission cause sinister decisions
Cold caliber precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will I make it thru
(Gunshot) everythings slowing down, my heart throb too
I’m slowing down, my heart rate decreasing
Need to do something raw for no damn reason
In my truck thinking things should change like seasons
On the radio fake rappers sound like they’re weazen
I’m staying underground, I see no need to surface
Studio bound making real music is my purpose
And since the radio don’t care, won’t delete curses
Complaining about my verse knock ya out ya converse
Punk ass clowns claiming fashion wearing a purse
Keep away from me and ya won’t need a hearse
Coursing thru my veins decades full of hurt
My thoughts 3rd eye is in a different universe
My voice cuts through the mix, it’s done by design
Compression hitting hard, so I can dig into your mind
These tracks are for one race, get it, man kind
By Blaqman design, only real shit do I consigned
I have intuition, call it premonitions
Traded suspicions to lose my inhibitions
Crafted dark mission cause sinister decisions
Cold caliber precision, puts my pain in remission
I feel pain and I want you to feel it too
My insides hide pride and it’s black an blue
I’m going thru the struggle, will I make it thru
(Gunshot) everythings slowing down, my heart throb too