Loose Cannon - Diabolic

I got medical surgeons testing my urine

Cuz my shock value got me pissing electrical currents and it’s burning

My pen is working overtime, so you gon' rewind

'Til you finally know the rhyme, run home and quote the lines

'Bolic terrorize cyphers like Al-Qaeda

And fire rockets like I’m inside the cockpit of a stealth fighter (incoming!)

I compel writers to excel, despite the

Fact my deal at Viper was like a cell at Rikers

My mic line through Midian defies oblivion

Ahead of the time I’m living in like the Prime Meridian

So why sign and get me in a worthless game where

Abel’s gonna murder Cain for his personal gain?

When I can brainstorm a hurricane of purple rain

'til it floods the earth’s terrain and bursts in flames

The same person remains but my purpose changed

And it’s worth the pain in hearing y’all curse my name

We let them hands go, we put our feet down

We give a damn?

No. We give out beatdowns

So let your fam know, you wanna blam, go

'cuz we can land those--don't even stand close

I’m sitting on the edge, I’m lethal

I’m afraid I might flex on people

Might box, might put you in a box

If you want it we can make it pop quick like blaow!

I got half a million rappers catching feelings

(Why?) 'Cuz I’m mass appealing like the Sistine Chapel ceiling

And the whole time y’all pray Jesus comes

I was hearing demons speak in tongues saying «Rob the preacher’s son»

Too much Puerto Rican rum keeps me tipsy

I’m trying to keep my equilibrium, like eating lithium

So, first take the final edit, I can inspire skeptics

To get the fuck up like Simon said it

I got a street sign accepted line of credit

With more props for spitting fire than pyrotechnics

And I don’t gotta drive a '65 or Lexus

For my CD to drop on more blocks than when you die in Tetris

Just as I expected, I’ll get my poetic justice

When the cats who run the game are leaving on a set of crutches

When they lay screaming in the general public

Cuz the metal rusted on their gun and backfired when it busted

I never claimed to be a gangsta, but I don’t fire blanks

I’m just known for saying crazier shit than Tyra Banks

But celebrity stars leave us mentally scarred

So I came to save the game like a memory card

Cuz enemy squads just pretend to be hard

Like their mic booth’s surrounded by penitentiary bars

And whenever they rhyme they get federally charged

They’re the mafia, and thieves chill wherever they are

I don’t believe them.

It simply isn’t feasible, the heat you pull

Can cease some wolf from turning you little sheep to wool

I’m a loose cannon with Duran’s hands of stone

Ali’s swagger, Foreman’s right and the heart to stand alone

It’s like cancer-prone DNA strands were cloned

And gene-spliced with victims at Ground Zero’s landing zone

But I’m no hero, I’m a bastard like my parents boned

Had a one-night stand and pop’s wouldn’t answer the phone

I’ll fight 'til I’m jamming bones with my knuckles breaking

So fuck your mother, I’ll punch your mother’s fucking face in

I’ll punch your face in to make a muthafuckin statement

That I love the underground, I grew up in my mother’s basement