Devils and Angels

I broke my piggy bank and haven't put it back together
 Back in heaven blastin' rounds like I'm a MAC-11
 Livin' in my rainy city it was all wrong
 Used to be the big fish in a small pond
 Now I'm swimming with the sharks but I'm a down piranha
 Plus I'm moving Fast & Furious like Brian O'Conner
 Rest in peace, a restless beast
 Call me Mighty Mouse, pocket's full of extra cheese, yup
 Still a mental savage that is ravenous, indeed
 Exerting psycho babble from a labirinth in me
 Angels flying up above, demons down beneath
 When I'm breathing you can hear the evil seeping through my teeth
 Close friends worth more than cash and havin' wealth
 Self destructive beings are a hazard to themself
 Lion roars, stronger than an iron door
 Sun has killed the rain, love has killed the pain that I endure
 Half these rappers are the liars like Pinocchio
 10% are dope, other 90 less than okey-doke
 You don't wanna rope-a-dope with Mad, you get the broken nose
 Small but when I'm rappin' I am taller than the Poconos
 My soul is mischievous like A-Plus and Opio
 A toy collector, plus my clothes, they come from Tokyo
 I'm not sayin' I got the dopest flow
 But kids are studyin' my methods like a vocal coach
 My brain's a battlefield for devils and angels
 Walkin' contradiction like machetes and rainbows
 Burdeon on my shoulders that is heavy and painful
 Shane's raw, tearin' shit like Eminem's chainsaw
 Battle Mad and you could be in real danger
 Excruciating training like a Navy SEAL ranger
 Run for cover, bounty hunter like I'm Bobafett
 Wild west bounty hunter like I'm Jonah Hex
 Ay, bitch, I could talk to the dead
 You connect with me cause I can read the thoughts in your head
 Yeah, mentally projecting till I'm causing metamorph(os)is
 Almost lost my head like the fucking headless horsemen
 Holdin' a jack-o-lantern, acrobatic verbiage
 Dirtiest of wordsmiths, bar game is murderous
 Don't talk about it much but came up with true killers
 Still here cause I'm unbreakable like Bruce Willis
 Half these rappers out are liars like Pinocchio
 10% are dope, other 90 less than okey-doke
 You don't wanna rope-a-dope with Mad, you get the broken nose
 Small but when I'm rappin' I am taller than the Poconos
 My soul is mischievous like A-Plus and Opio
 A toy collector plus my clothes, they come from Tokyo
 I'm not sayin' I got the dopest flow
 But kids just studyin' my methods like a vocal coach