Open Mic: Rectify This

Was next to die, but exercised the vet survived to break bread

With those that don’t oppose and recognize the snake head

The rest can die today, so step aside or play dead

Speak or go to sleep ‘cause death arrived to make beds

I lecture minds with text supplies of pesticide for K-Fed’s

Never cried, not petrified of threats inside a hate thread

Never mind, I bet them guys would testify for Chain’s cred

Terrorize their petty lives till heaven cries a rain red

From vaporized blood of sets I fried while aids spreads  

Of course u know the name so fear my stuff or join the bums

 ‘All in’ with the poker face, here to flush the royal ones

The warning, a warning, to liars throwing chairs at me

The warring, I’m for it, ‘cause lying won’t embarrass me

That I won’t encourage, y’all tryna clone a parody

Tryna fool a lion like them biased votes are rarities

I’m laughing at the wining, guys who post hilarities

Fake thugs acting like, my fire’s momentarily

My fire is democracy to tyrants soaked in kerosene

The Big Daddy Kane of this, u Spider Loc compared to me