RAGE IS BACK (Freestyle) - J.Period, Black Thought

Don’t even ask how the high feel

Ask how do I feel, probably how the sky feel

Jokers is coming in sideways like a sidefill

The grapes of wrath intertwined like a vine still

Physically I’m ill, walking through a minefield

With a straw sticking out a Molotov cocktail

Twenty one grams of soul on a rock scale

Probably burn like flaming coals on a hot grill

Yo, if the afterlife is absolutely not real

Then you diminish and you’re finished, it’s a done deal

Beyond that, my heartbeat is like a drum still

It’s like I’m living on the run with the gun still

Well, bring the hero back, he’s taking care of that

Cause his words get at the Ginsbergs and Kerouacs

It’s all stuck inside your head like it’s ear wax

Whole scene something out of Hollywood, Miramax

Hush, yo, don’t nobody say a flocking word

Just put the sign on the door, the Do Not Disturb

I’m bout to show these people how to kill a mockingbird

You hit his whole network, like Mark Zuckerberg

Your witnesses confirm that gunshots occurred

Apparently the triggerman smokes lots of herb

And he could bring your demise disguised as a word

But guarantee that be the last one you ever heard

You deaf, dumb, and blind

I’m emphasized like I’m underlined

My definition is, I’m undefined

Cause I’m one of a kind, at the top of the line

At the top of the food chain when it come to the rhyme

And I’m cynical cause I’m at the pinnacle

Jokers is ridiculous, they the ones I ridicule

If somebody acting like they want it, I’mma get at dude

Have 'em in the middle of the drama like an interlude

Yeah, they weigh a buck ten, soaking wet, fuck them

Yo, I don’t need new friends, I can’t trust them

You best keep a weapon like a shirt tail, tucked in

Because I’m taking niggas out like Huck Finn

This news just in: mass destruction, boy

Presented to you by Black Inc. productions

Yeah, righteous hustling, trife corruption

Look how these OGs with the mics is muscling

I fight for justice, but minus the red cape

Dollar short, year late, suckers is scared straight

They know I’m hotter than a box where the bread bake

And brought J. Period to cut through the red tape