Unsigned Unhyped

Uh, Madness & Murder

From the 845 to the 619

I could dim sunshines when I kick punch lines

Used to feel confined

Now I'm like a walking good luck shrine

People baffled that I'm still unsigned

I could care less bumping Sublime while I drunk wine

The bud's kind, the world and this blunt's mine

Smoked DMT, seen King Tut dying

As a kid escaping cops was a fun time

Carefree with young corrupt minds

Profits crucified on a plus sign

Y'all bums rhyme, I spit Orsini blood lines

Flames baptized pastors

Capsize factors and chastise rappers

SCVTTERBRVIN the slant eyed bastard

Known to spit the pain masked by laughter