CynicalTesla - Hit 'N' Run lyrics

{Verse 1: E-Pod} N/A {Verse 2: Swaen} About to go home Alone in my zone And I'm accident prone I hone with a bottle of patrone Rollin' a cone The gun stocked loaded to go My wise tales might impale But it's full throttle to the bone You look pale and it's ridin' in the moan That you give 'cause you couldn't live With the written rhymes that I shiv Murder you equals me The crew, Cynic, Easy C Crazy 'cause we're hazy Layin' so just blow me like a daisy Lean back penetrating No use conversating I got mad raps and people hating Mad facts keep 'em fading Mad Max yeah I'm raisin' the hate And I lower the gate I'd say come against me but can't fight fate {Verse 3: CynicalTesla} I'm just tryin' to hit the mic great And have every bar twist regardless Of what you might rate 'cause I'm an artist Let me show you what art is It's doin' things my way When I strike mates with a spiked stake Full of food for thought to give 'em a slight taste So come eat the burger that's on my white plate Yea 'cause after the flick of the wrist And I'm spittin' this so vigorous I'm sicker than syphilis And more bat sh*t than a wiffle is Just wait until I break out of my chrysalis Ah yea, and I just want to tell you the truth of the lies in disguise 'cause it's not up in the air like flies in the skies But that's how people get sniped out bye Like bang bang lights out why?