Roger "conscience" Ramos - #JerseyDevilCypher lyrics

[Verse: conscience] Now let me take you for a ride in my train of thought One time for your mind, cause my brain is lost I'm insane when I rhyme, lines razor-sharp So stay away from the mic, or I'll fillet you, dawg And nowadays rappers say the same things in songs "Gold chains, weed ablaze, chase babes and cars" Do your thing, but I can't relate to y'all Cause I only chase broads with serrated saws And only thing I'll set ablaze is your grandma And use chains to restrain the dame to the damn wall And I drive a white van with a mask on In that case, I do relate to your stupid-a** song I'm not one to take a nap on; keep your lamp on Or I'll sneak in through your backyard into your pad, dawg k** your mom, sister, dad, all y'all and your damn dog Better build a rampart if you don't listen to my rap songs I mean, let's be honest, my bars are the bomb, man Got feds watching the sh** that I spit Thinking my mind is connected to ISIS But I'll stand behind my bars like I'm already a convict So when you hear my voice Turn it up, I deliver like a pizza boy I'm authentic, I'm the motherf**ing real McCoy Put my sh** on repeat, and keep repeating like Marina Joyce (Get it? Cause you know she always repeat-...oh, f** it. Never mind) Just take notice that I'm making motions Like a train, but with way more loco motives Rose up from a broken home with No one but my chode and lotion I'll take the mic you're holding From right under your nose, man And set alight the whole damn crowd below me Cause my flows explosive The kid who used to write poems At school, in cla**, who can't focus And a heart so cold, it grew frozen Had a gift that no one had noticed Cause nobody seemed to know him And every word he said was unspoken It was written in an old notepad And now you hear it through your headphone jack And now, people wanna say they know me Oh, now foes wanna claim we're homies Now you stuck-up b**hes wanna bone me "Bros" turned phony, hoes just horny It's funny, things changed when I started rhyming Chicks doing what I say, and my name ain't even Simon Hashtag Jersey Devil Cypher contest And, by the way, my name is conscience