loose change

Ay-yuh watch me go...nuke on 'em, the moment I land strikes, everything's gettin ruined, I live life, like I play chess makin moves framed round killin all my opponents, always staying 2 moves ahead, till check-mate clears the board, marking "the games over", in todays youth, common sense a virture weeded-out by the need of instant gratification to feel somethin, if life taught me one lesson, its to not waste good opportunites if they knocks twice, be ready to pounce, an always go for the jugular, its why, i keep my aim high, to devestate like Pompeii when I write rhymes, growinq up raised on horror-core an a over-active imagination, that filled my mind wit morbid visuals that set in motion the gears to turn the wheels of, "making a murder", now i find, when im faced wit conflict, I don't need a good reason, to start shootin, blessed wit the mindset of a heathen, papa always told me keep the axe sharpened, to inflict the most damage, an ask yourself, you really wanna go to war wit someone who's known for walkin wit demons, just know, if we beefin, im kickin doors straight off their hinges, an raining down blows wit a sludge-hammer breakin bones till my points proven, some say im a narcissist but I refute that, wit i just like covering all my bases wit due diligence, asking myself am I willin to pay the cost of temptin the reaper, grippin two mac-11's, shots burst ina blink wit reckless intentions, go ahead, piss me off, watch what the glock do, im sendin shots at ya dome, till you get the entire message, you cant clock my moves, I'm OG', grew up rockin wit crowds of goons, addicted to the kick from a sawed-off, when it shoots, an the way it leaves decent sized holes you can see clean through, at heart ima' real shooter, thats drawn to the rush of adrenaline you get actively shootin-up school kids, ina' black trenchcoat, wit a shaved head as bold-statement,