Devils and Angels

I broke my piggy bank and haven't put it back together

Back in heaven blastin' rounds like I'm a MAC-11

Livin' in my rainy city it was all wrong

Used to be the big fish in a small pond

Now I'm swimming with the sharks but I'm a Jap' piranha

Plus I'm moving Fast & Furious like Brian O'Conner

Rest in peace, a restless beast

Call me Mighty Mouse, pocket's full of extra cheese, yup

Still a mental savage that is ravenous, indeed

Exerting psycho babble from a labyrinth in me

Angels flying up above, demons down beneath

When I'm breathing you can hear the evil seeping through my teeth

Close friends worth more than cash and havin' wealth

Self destructive beings are a hazard to themself

Lion roars, stronger than an iron door

Sun has killed the rain, love has killed the pain that I endure

Half these rappers are the liars like Pinocchio

10% are dope, other 90 less than okey-doke

You don't wanna rope-a-dope with Mad, you get the broken nose

Small but when I'm rappin' I am taller than the Poconos

My soul is mischievous like A-Plus and Opio

A toy collector, plus my clothes, they come from Tokyo

I'm not sayin' I got the dopest flow

But kids are studyin' my methods like a vocal coach

My brain's a battlefield for devils and angels

Walkin' contradiction like machetes and rainbows

Burden on my shoulders that is heavy and painful

Shane's raw, tearin' shit like Eminem's chainsaw

Battle Mad and you could be in real danger

Excruciating training like a Navy SEAL ranger

Run for cover, bounty hunter like I'm Bobafett

Wild west bounty hunter like I'm Jonah Hex

Ay, bitch, I could talk to the dead

You connect with me cause I can read the thoughts in your head

Yeah, mentally projecting till I'm causing metamorph(os)is

Almost lost my head like the fucking headless horsemen

Holdin' a jack-o-lantern, acrobatic verbiage

Dirtiest of wordsmiths, bar game is murderous

Don't talk about it much but came up with true killers

Still here cause I'm unbreakable like Bruce Willis

Half these rappers out are liars like Pinocchio

10% are dope, other 90 less than okey-doke

You don't wanna rope-a-dope with Mad, you get the broken nose

Small but when I'm rappin' I am taller than the Poconos

My soul is mischievous like A-Plus and Opio

A toy collector plus my clothes, they come from Tokyo

I'm not sayin' I got the dopest flow

But kids just studyin' my methods like a vocal coach