"Sour Soul" lyrics

Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul, I'm vicious
My mind races from the satellite dishes
No technology, this world's corrupt
They can't feed me food for thought, I won't budge
I'm a twisted individual, they say critical
I say, "Nigga, I'm on top of my pinnacle"
Chessboards and swords, alphabetical darts
My clan is Braveheart, y'all move like Paul Blarts
Sloppy, go 'head and try and stop me if you can
Your casualties of war'll get left in the sand
I'm Iron Man, a stone faced killer with a mask
Don't want the truth then don't ask, you couldn't handle a task
Rigorous, my war face is one that God gave me
Evil 'cause I looked all bugged out and crazy
Dusted, embalming fluid dripping from my nose hole
Stapleton nigga, never catch me wearing rose gold

Woo, uh-huh
Yeah, come on man
Yo, yo

Fuck the CIA, DEA and the Feds
They got you bugged son, microchip in your meds
Wax like dreads, smoking regs on the list like Craig
Steroids in chickens, why they're feeding us eggs?
How did the ditch nigga snitch, nigga? I won't switch, nigga
Zen position with my finger on the trigger
Pure alkaline, that fluoride'll fuck you up
I seen a spaceship fly out the back of a truck
Diamond water, I've been splashed with the fountain of youth
Had a molar fall out, I grew in a gold tooth
Bulletproof, my clan's sword is surgical steel
I don't feel, I'm comfortably numb, Stapleton slum
Insomniac, I'm charged off the rays of the sun
You can't fuck with me, nigga, this is one-on-one
With the strength of ten midgets, I'ma murder you son, uh-huh

This real, yeah
Got my swagger back and all that
Nigga! Nigga! That's right