Sense will break it down for ya
like a verbal wrecking ball
lips like tysons fists
when i speak im decking yall
my limits are reachless
youll get slaughtered like cattle
my lyrics leave you sleepless like tom hanks in seattle
my notes enter your ears
its aural sex
look me up
im under ill in the index
you may have dollars
but youll never have the Sense
all you fake ass ballers stil live with your rents
yall are sheep
i can always count on you to put me to sleep
im on my own shit
you act like yours dont stink
if you cant skate stay out the rink
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