About Pred:

Mothafuckas Say I need guidance and all my methods are childish Walk a mile in my style and you'll realize you're on an island 'Cause once you reach the shore and you survey to and fore It becomes apparent I've been abandoned and Left to my own devices See as a man of science I prefer a stark reliance on Hard data and evidence, it's something I require so I Politely decline implication my mind and behavior are Confined by the way the stars were aligned while I was nascent Look at I young black guy Attracted to the fat thighs Allergic to the baptized Absurd enough to chastise I'm sure it's not a surprise That every time he makes tries To integrate or play nice His efforts seem to capsize That's why the only laws abided are provided By a code that I devised to just be mine I seem fine, but underneath the stitches lies A miscreant that's itching to release his bag of tricks because To be a great man I couldn't give two shits Ain't tryna make friends there's just some Chemicals you don't mix I got a bomb up in this sack so Everybody get back before I React and turn this to a ballroom blitz Oooooo shit Ill-suited Confused human with some real Issues deeply-rooted but can Still influence that's why They get a thrill from tryna kill my movement when Really their only fear is that the truth's revealed My views concealed so I can still pollute their ears And hide the ruse until I have recruitment fulfilled No chill instilling disillusionment Intent so severe, you know the bruises cant heal Can't feel, it's numbing; just knowing that their judging Every action and expression on bad info and assumptions Tryna tiptoe 'round discomfort Stuck in limbo till these fuckers Try play the hero decide to let this Nig-ro carry something and That's why the only laws abided are provided By a code that I devised to just be mine I seem fine, but underneath the stitches lies A miscreant that's itching to release his bag of tricks because To be a great man I couldn't give two shits Ain't tryna make friends there's just some Chemicals you don't mix I got a bomb up in this sack so Everybody get back before I React and turn this to a ballroom blitz