Brand New Person

I am the Anti-Christ. I am anti-writing-shit-down, so if you anti-nice, then you will anti-like this shit. And, I'm the nicest with writing shit. But damn. I ain't feel like wanting to write this shit. So now, I'm gonna recite (just) the nicest shit. To incite a riot inside your wig. Inside your lid. Inside your lips. Say my name for me

AWESOME remains the name. Talking remains the game. All of the exclamation points made in the sand is meant for your man who STAYS in the game

I reign like Rihanna on a bad day. So today's a "nice" day. A Glad day. Happy that they decided to keep their hating in silence, 'cause I'm lifted

I'm raising The Sun past the horizon, trying to stay silent with my violence. Binded in the kind of heat that has people riding with me. Silently, I climb in a freak. She wishes to be my wifey. For eternity

Great

I can't make that mistake, because music is the lake of of which I baptize my face in

The greatest I must remain, and then some. Even without no income. Then, some wanna doubt. And then some. I give in some, then they get winded. *Reason why* is they don't believe in this guy. But I take all of their breath from their lungs. My weapon is a gun. My gun is my mind. And I blast at everyone who's behind

Come on

The more things change, the more they have to remain

Just so happens I black in the game

What happens to be my name has been an 8
May I demonstrate?
No interstate

Driving you in, sane, then insane
Driving you in with your sanity
Dying within with my family
Crying to win from the anarchy
Denying the wind, because it can't be me
The wind gotta be a higher prophecy
But then again, wind return

I have entered Winter!

The coldest season, with no believing. Perhaps when it's July, my matter of time will end up a matter of a lie. Told in passion, without no laughing

I feel like a brand new person
I'm starting to feel alive
I feel like a brand new person
I'm starting to feel it's my time
Yeah