Diabolic - Right Here lyrics

I'd like to thank y'all for this
Opportunity to drop the jewelery
And get this shit poppin' musically

Feels like I'm locked in hell's
Gate and God's my cellmate
Saying "plot this jailbreak
Pop the cops who tailgate!"
You sealed your fate
Prying inside my business to find a mind as
Scientific as Mayan hieroglyphics
As God's my witness, I'll spit viral sickness
Like Bible-scripted Black Plague in the
Last day's final minutes
On primal vicious grind
'til my vinyl shipments climb
Through the grapevine to be
The finest vintage wine
Sky's the limit? Fine, I'm in your atmosphere
The racketeer the sky into falling
On your rap career and I ain't stacking near
The millions I'm worth
'cuz saying something ill in a verse
And having skills are a curse but still
I got a feeling that this
Villain at work'll be
More chillin' than still-born
Children at birth i'm the king
My underlings are building my church
And when your mom close her eyes to pray
I'm stealing her purse
Now, God willing I become the illest on earth
Where love is hate
So I just pray your feelings get hurt
My life is tragic
So, it's only right I right the madness
Like being psychopathic's my right of passage
Don't care what the price of gas is
I'll splash it on you
While I'm lighting matches and put out
The flames with nitric acid
Spiteful bastard, I'm back with a vengeance
A fifth of Jack and Mac-11
To capture the essence

I'm just an artist getting closer to the edge
So when I go over
Know I put my soul in what I said
For real, 'Bolic ain't focused on the bread
I had enough of that
So if you with me where the fuck you at?
(Where the fuck you at?) We right here!

Fuck your gunfights
All I need is one mic and crowd time
And I can outshine the sunlight on cloud 9
For now I'm climbing uphill and grinding
'til I chill reclining on
A diamond-studded silver lining
Fearless rhyming
But those skeptics don't get it
Most said I dig my own grave, I'm too poetic
Stress like Po said, let's Organize Konfusion
I'm just a microphone fiend, always high
Using the rush intoxicated me and
Fortified the movement
And plus I get to slaughter guys
All for my amusement drawing my conclusion
Don't need a label budget
So I'm saying "fuck it" like
I'm way above it, you can hate or love it
Raised in Suffolk
Fighting like I'm Razor Ruddock
Without a pot to piss in, urinate in public
In the home of Rakim, Erick Sermon
RA the Rugged diabolic's dancing with the
Devil angel-dusted
Bring the ruckus, let's rumble in the slums
So I can punch you in the
Ribs 'til they're puncturing your lungs
I'm just wondering
How the fuck you doubling your funds
By lying about scratching off the
Numbers on a gun?
Cuz the muthafuckas where I'm
From feel inside
That even though Dilla died
Hiphop is still alive
And it will survive the
Fake thugs talking tough
When I click the nine and get a
Dial tone and call your bluff