[Verse 1: Ozymandias]

Life is a bitch that's why I treat her how I treat her
I see her fucking with niggas, I beat it, fuck it and leave her
Was told sharing is caring, I share that bitch through the speakers
I use her pain as a message to show you, so never cheat her
Death is around the corner, his demons posted with bad intentions
Minions with automatics make sure that they catch you slipping
Envision my lyrics, I told you life was a bid-itch
Well death is her older brother, it kill me them niggas siblings

This vigorous lyricist bringing the pain, killing the ignorance
Fuck fearing a nigga who breathing the same air as I
Look in they eyes gripping their spirit
But who am I if God can only judge us?
I must imply that the ruckus on my mind made me crazy
The fact that you never see it is the reason that I'm lazy
Battle my inner thoughts, hopeless heart in the dark
Lights shining, I see it
Fuck it nigga I need it
Cut me until I'm bleeding, these demons lurking and fiending
Life's pussy is good, but I fuck the world till she's screaming
I'm cheating, believe me
When I tell you my enemies getting closer to my home base
Like a terrorist on 911, surprise
I'm back in your presence, I'm present at the moment
You consider it as a blessing
A message sent from the truth
Ya'll messy, stick to your roots
Play it gangster and you lose
Devil touching you pussies, a gynecologist tool

Uhn
Now where the love go
Is it me or does it blow like a snub-nose?
And as far as that goes, I'll be that brother performing at all the right shows
This is for my people
Rest in peace to all the evil, made our visions see-through
All we wanted was freedom but knowledge what we seeking
Inside the mind I will provide the rhymes
Just to open your eyes, gotta reach out and vibe

I am 518's local artist with a vision of the world
With the lyrics I be kicking, never snared in the kitchen
I'll be damned if I'm missing over drugs
Peace and love is what I'm dishing out
Yin Yang, Good and Evil
Act wild, get hit in the mouth
Nigga, what you talking 'bout, go back in the house
My heart standing out of my chest
I need a surgeon, it's hurting
Your hate is only hurting you, how rude
I use you to improve my motivation
Induce influence and move
Ignorance sells more than honesty, compassion
Wack dudes get the shine, righteous ones do the laughing
You couldn't do a mile in my boots if you wanna
My hustle is the words that I use
My persona says fuck you and your self pity
Couldn't help me if you tried to
Feeling hostile towards the ones I call my friends
The way I'm living is grimy

Yeah
Picture perfect, this is my perfect picture
Put these pieces together, my puzzle's hidden in scriptures
Descriptive Da Vinci messages synchronized with your vision
Shitting on everybody who doubted
Making my momma prouder
Innovated imagination, Pablo Picasso painting my dreams
My canvas will be these stages
I hear your thoughts when you hate and contemplate on my demise
It's funny cause death and I have an agreement for when I die
Just let my fortune provide for my unborn child

Picture perfect, this is my perfect picture
I use my brush to decide my future, what will I find
A negative side, with a blatant mind, abstract heart
Painted black and white
Animosity growing in my city
Homicides over the minds of these youngin's gripping packing a 9
I will never understand this portrait of modern times
But fuck it since I'm alive, my changes will be obliged

Picture Perfect, this is the right collage
Visions of being lonely, a woman is hard to find
But fuck it, I'm on my grind
Read in between the lines with your eyes
Visualize Picasso painting my dreams, soul searching
Throughout my music, is it funny how it seems
That I'd rather be alone but can't handle my lonely screams
I'm reloaded, I'm hoping this automatic will leave you feeble minded
Evil is hiding, you bastards rather be blinded
Thriving off of the lies
Pandora just had a baby, thinking outside the box
Surprise, I'm holding a foreign knowledge
Picture perfect, this artist sketching impostors
You lie and say you respect me, then turn around and just gossip
Like bitches wanting attention, nigga fuck is your mission?
You tripping over the basic
Hardship is only a phase when you live your life in the matrix
Make it right and you'll make it
Make a decision, release your power
This is our finest hour

Pablo
Picasso
Dreams