[Hook: Richard Desire] Living every day to define mans mission Lookin to the sky for divine transmission Deaf mans vision makes the blind man listen Eyes on the prize, this is blind ambition [Verse: Richard Desire] What you find inside my mind is worse than Tyler Durden This is like if Johnny Quest strapped a bomb to Haji's chest And left C4 inside his turban Then made him detonate his chest and face inside a church when Girls and guys were learning bible verses Leaving no one moving, just to call it idle worship Ironic though making a wake from a revival service Quite disturbing but i bet before the last act and final curtain I get the last laugh and the final word in I'm not a violent person, not sure if that's known But you rap clones need backbones and I'm feelin like a spinal surgeon And I'm determined just to prove to you you cannot be Richard To me this rappin is a pa**ion not a hobby mister You toy soldiers want the war until your body's splintered Get scorched when I put a pitchfork through all you snobby hipsters Ima storm you can't prepare for like a Mohave blizzard Catchin all types of wreck and leavin the mic in check like Bobby Fischer And you should probably get your things you gon have to bounce No progression cause you're frontin but you're backin out Struggling to find the right click like an Apple mouse And it's over when the fat lady sings and Adele's platinum, ouch I have drive. I don't need a Benzi Beamer Bentley Seems that many teams recieve their ending if they speak against me Not a m**m but you eating with police offends me Vegan tendencies are deemed unhealthy when the beef is plenty My 16's k**, why squeeze it til the piece is empty How they Marvel at my bars'll turn Bruce banner green with envy Probably resent me but you n***as embarra** me Wearin out my patience like physical therapy I make this music to give something to it You do ya thang for gain we're different apparently Napoleon complex til they n***as in Paris me Then I'll do it bigger than Warren Buffet's mission for charity Cut from a differently cloth, ain't no rippin or tearin me Dollars spent on uncommon sense, I'm a bit of a rarity Four eyes see through your lies, no vision impairing me And I would trade it all for a minute of clarity Im chillin out in Acapulco, illin with with a lot of locos f**in proud, take a couple bows like waka flocka vocals You got a lot of dough, does everybody got to know though I'm sure that life's more than drops and hoes and poppin logos Can't collect $200 dollars, you won't go for it On the road to success but you won't floor it They ain't gainin position cause they're aimin and missin They claiming theyre driven but they have nothing to show for it They claim I'm the same but no way I'm sane I got both the Parker brothers scared to play my game They say that I'm offroading, I'm tryna make my lane I got Voldermort himself scared to say my name She got too much baggage she won't take my plane Hit up congress and break up bills to make my change They heard he's eclectic, every word is electric And I still show out like emergency exits I'm the creature in the dark, tell your son and your daughter But you're speaking to a shark that smells the blood in the water Im the right man to lower any hype jams life span Cause mic stands are like lambs that are coming to slaughter Raw Hook