Wiser , Ren Thomas, Diabolic - The Breaking Point lyrics

Scott Steiner before the steroid injections
You trying to duel
 ten paces and then you breathless
Hiccup out in the night
Leaving ya'll headless
My rhyme book seem endless
Maxed out on my friend list, I
Am the demon that's been haunting
You since middle school
Survived ridicule, tommy gun gon' riddle you
Mr enigma play both rapper and singer
I'm the real boss, you fakes after the ringer
Crush skull to fragments and
Sniff the powder smooth
Reach into your ribcage and pull
The bitch outta you
Fuck a battle, you cling to life by a thread
DJ's act funny
Get tossed off stage by they dreads
I bring smoke to parties
Like I'm the Pusherman
Shit I pour rocks to the plate
Like cooking grams
Hook and Jab collapse him like
A pack of luckies homie I am it, don't trip
I ain't acting funny (Ren)

I'm with a cougar and a taking shooters
'Bolic brought the bass and I
Hit Thomas for the ruger
You can turn around if you
Don't value your life
Drop that motherfucking money now
They cutting my lights
I know I'm underrated
They can see I'm overlooked
I'm getting dirty money keep it
Off of the books
I'm fed up with my situation (fuck)
But, I can sell cigarettes to cancer patients
Talking with a man but this
The word of the youth if I wrote it in a rap
I guarantee it's the truth
So if I say I skin rappers
I eat the bones too
Bring a shotty to my show I
Bring it back for the crew
Came up in the underground with
Nothing in my stomach
When no one gave a fuck I had
The strength to rise above it
Dirty face with the blood in my boots
I'm kicking through doors like Chris
Yelling "give me the loot!" (Bitch)

Even slurring rhymes
I blur the lines between the best and me
Armed with the bars, my
Whole team, 'Bolic, Ren, and 'E
Break a sweat but never tired
Watch set for weeks
Every verse and box trip and
Let you rest in peace
And never lose a sec of sleep
Effortlessly wreck the beat
Bet I'm out of line I'll never fit
In where they set for me
Your worst nightmare approaching you
In the light
Clear conditioned to hate to fight
They been buzzing like cutting dyke's hair
I'll pop, spread out, be my family's provider
I put the bag on your
Chest like breast cancer survivors
And where I stand I ain't impressed
You don't walk how you talk
And follow who ever's hot
Bitch I don't follow a shot
No this a god inflection, master of the mic
The flow architect
Playing with my limit's but I'm still
'gon push it farther yet
'Cuz I ain't made a mill
Talking five oh was a skrill
Still I never let the fame or
Change sway me away from real motherfuckers

I already got the title belt
Fuck I wanna rock the crown for?
The illest writer left, I go off south
I'm running cyphers
And often rock a clown's jaw
While I'm on the block
At the corner spot with outlaws
Before the wild tours
Foreign stops and crowd raw
I was boosting all the and stocking
Now I'm out with dimes in
Halter-tops to pound raw
While your toss your cock and loud whores
Who got some mouth sores
Fuck it, I'll record a drop on soundforge
And turn this climate into some sort of guap
Like Al Gore raise so much hell the force
Could shock the ground floor
And devour pure angels fell like
Water drops in downpours
Clouds form from New York to Glendale
What you thought were chem trails
Were newports I exhaled
Bread stale so I U-Haul direct sales
Only God can judge me
And this goofball who sent bail