Spitty - Fateful lyrics

Somewhere buried in euphoria
This foreigner's afoot
Drifting deep inside this energy
Penning melodies hooks
Hell I disembowel enemies heaven I
Haven't felt in me
Fell in sentiment settling but I'm
Back like I never been
Back like Joe Carter come
Back like Drizzy Drake
I'm back doing laps getting
Seconds at buffets
I rise above concrete claims
And billboard chains
It sit so lame I spit propane lit with flame
I feel the pressure pumping pistons
In my blood stream
Buzzing I bumble like a bee for my honey
Humbly I am Slim Shady plus Big Pun
Slick with due deliverance licking tit's
Of a sick nun swift tongue let the automatic
Clip like script runs
How this kid got the coupe he
Used to be a chicken
Checks come quicker than Nike sweatshops
Head shots I don't play games on no X Box
This is do or die used
To shoot for first ball
Now we shoot to catch a shawty
Robber or a new job
They cracking like I'm Duval pull
Up with a TI
Calculate the matrix of my placement
Where do he lie some would say conscious my
Ex say I'm obnoxious
Her ex say you are what you
Eat and she was rotten
Oh man don't ever get me started

Silver surf Spitty sail the city like Max B
Labels wanna sign I gotta ask
What the max be? I don't need the cash I
Get gassed off the passion
Rapping I could've been at Silicon trapping
Basking in the glory I'mma give 'em more me
Penthouse living cause a spitter got stories
Forties pouring two bottles on the daily
That's one for the loved and
One to keep me wavy
Diamond in the rough they
Mining with the blood
Butterscotch sipping leave you slimy
Like a slug stuck inside a city full
Of filthy and disgust
The pinnacle of people still
Sticky and corrupt
This that 06 Lil Wayne Guerilla in 03
A level like Heath Ledger before he OD
I'm brown on both cheeks loud
When the 'tron speaks
Never answer calls that could
Come from a phony
I'm estranged with they essence
They presence I present
The most spectacular sensation to ever ascend
And yes this is diabolic
Never dry like tropics
I'm on my third eye optics
Seen prophets turn profit's
Off the cosmic beyond it or Plutonic
Lost like Locke locked by our losses
It's silly to me
I'm shocked by all the thunder
And the wonders I seen
Where are we headed, what do you dream
Is there point in progression
When do you sleep
How did I become, who are you to me
Why I got so many questions with no remedy
Lost in this emotion lost in the mystique
Bluer than her truer self I
Seem to dream so bleak
Off somewhere next lost along the path
Wander till I ponder on a
Train or on the tracks
Everybody nice stay clean stay faithful
Maybe I have been doomed to be fateful