Epic - Locksmith, Mark Battles

Nothing can stop me

Nothing can break me

There’s nothing to lose

I know they watching

I know they shaking

I put in my dues

Follow my voice and you’ll find it

It’s sad but I’m often reminded

You get what you give forget or forgive but some are just blinded

See everything I did I would dream about

Everything I hid to appease was doubt

Every instinct to rethink or blink is a chink in your armor where a seed could

sprout

Some nigga’s seem devout

But the fake loyalty I could be without

Every goal that I set for myself was a bet for myself

No sleep 'til I see this out

I came in with nothing, I promise

The one thing I had, I was honest

I always knew I would see commas

Speak from my heart, but be humble and modest

As a youth they would shoot in my neighborhood

Not hoop, but in bombers

Playing while death was upon us

Running through Richmond all in my pajamas

Rapping my heart out for days

Dreaming of moments to hop on the stage

Thought I would slip but I got out unscathed

Finally felt like I turned a new page

Not bad for the young boy

Some ployed thinking rap had 'em employed

Then void any position I had 'em dissed

This is the gist of the uncoy

Open up your eyes, there’s a lot to see

On top, no apostrophe

Nigga’s stay with the cannon like photography

Used to want a pot to pee

Now I feel like LeBron how I drop the heat

Playing and they got defeat

You guys high five but it’s not complete

Quit acting crazy

Rock a nigga like a napping baby

I’m the one she snapping lately

Hit it one time and I’m Patrick Swayze

FA the team, nigga that’s the Navy

His and her’s Merz' got the matching 'cedes

Purge every word no casted maybe’s

Learn what we learn and we pass the statements

No further questions, just leave a message

But if they leave a message, I’ma leave a death wish

I’ma speak from the soul, I don’t need direction

I’ma lead feet first, I don’t need protection

Other rappers spit sick, I’m disease infected

I’mma, unsettling, meddling nuisance

Throw you my two cent to give you the blueprint

When I do vent, some of you nigga’s will lose it

My bad if one of the shoes fit

If it fits the bill, then it’s you to blame

If you knew what I knew, you would do the same

Took my first vacay I made from rap money

Nigga’s will act funny but the views insane

Not bad for the young dude

Some feud thinking rap had him subdued

Then view any position I had 'em dissed

This is the gist when we come through

Open up your eyes, there’s a lot to see