Mission Statement - Diabolic

I’m your worst nightmare, I spit the shit you’re dreaming of

Dope as intravenous drugs flooding River Phoenix' blood

Building from the ground up 'til I’m in the suite above

Buzzed, twisting greener bud than Wiz Khalifa does

See I ain’t rhyming 'bout the diamond rings and flashy cars

Finer things than caviar, I just bring it as we are

And it got me thinking that the bar’s been raised to mount position

With the weight and pounds I’m lifting barely makes an ounce of difference

Still fans play it loud, they say I make 'em proud to listen

They use it to escape like tunnels breaking out of prison

And they relate 'cause life’s a bitch who knows her way around my kitchen

But wouldn’t give me cake with flour and baking powder mixed in

Bank account’s deficient, withdrew and overdraft

Can’t afford to see the sky go from blue to overcast

So I use emotion as fuel, and spew explosive gas

Like a supernova blast coming through your phonograph

I choose to go a path that don’t meet the status quo

Chose to be an average-Joe, earn my keep and stack some dough

I chose to speak the truth 'cause the people had to know

And they told me go to Hell with the demons trapped below

They said Hip-Hop was dead, they confirmed it as deceased

'Til I reached out the casket through the dirt and grabbed their feet

So I could pull them underground, where verses smash the beat

And every person that meet is vermin turning savage beast

My work’s a masterpiece, think not it’s all the same

At least I’ve gotten all the chains from here to shopping malls in Maine

Watching y’all drop the ball from atop the Hall of Fame

Then just stop and call the game like these drops of falling rain

Yo it’s not my fault the pain’s too much for angels on your shoulder

And their inner demons represent my name up on a poster

Sean came a long way, now he’s way beyond the culture

An abomination spawned from the greatest song composers

I’ll napalm your soldiers, I’ll spray a loaded Glock

I’m not like these people, I embrace the culture shock

I’ll celebrate the day my foes are laid below to rot

And chase Patron with shots of Jack straight and smoke some pot

Got the same approach with cops 'til they raid the local spots

Or invade my home with SWAT and snipers aim from over top

That’s not cool anymore, they say the game is going Pop

Rap about playing beer pong with a case of Rolling Rock

I’m like fuck that, to me it’ll always be the golden age

Skills matter and ill rappers like me control the stage

Releasing flows and waves leaving people so amazed

They bend over backwards, their calf muscles reach their shoulder blades

From beneath the overpaid, where it’s not commercialized

'Bolic drops the certified fire, watch him burn alive

I will lock it worldwide, Hip-Hop will turn the tides

And whoever fucking doubted me, y’all are first to die