My words are weapons, it's evident I'm selective I'm begging for you to question the message that I'm selecting Cuz rap music is sampled, but is that ample enough? For example, can we handle the gamble and press our luck? Dismantle the double whammy; cut it, my hands are clammy Shaking just like a granny with parkinson's drinking brandy I must be a nervous wreck, pics didn't surface yet
Bottles of percocet put me furthest from the threats I hope you never forget that I too deserve respect I'm a dirty flirty birdy that wants to fly in a jet How dare you call me arrogant, evil and egotistic? When your characteristic's being fake and taking pictures Let's be realistic, the reason that I'm so sadistic Is because you make me wish that I was pissed that I'm artistic Gotta tell the truth, chris rock made me realize That men lie the most and women tell the biggest lies
Any day could be your last; I'm living my life up very fast No geriatrics, distractions get scary fast Let's bury the hatchet- need to be in psychiatrics So I'm fighting back with a battle-axe, getting drastic Wish I could travel back to '93 right before I was born And tell my mama you don't wanna have me you've been warned I'll deviate from the norm, affiliate with a swarm Of nonconformists who watch porn in their dorms
The newborn is gonna be sworn to always brainstorm Ways to transform the earth but will always be scorned So maybe if I can speak, the baby will be unique And when you sleep in on the weekend the baby won't make a peep I can see the future vaguely- people call him a freak He'll be meek and quiet, but he'll be trying to wreak havoc On all of the savages that called him a geek
His life will be bleak, but if he seeks the proper technique He'll be complete- those that stepped on him with cleats will shriek Cuz now their option is to sleep on the street Because they chose to mistreat; they chose to sow now they reap So be tongue in cheek cuz life can be bittersweet, you know Any day could be your last; I'm living my life up very fast No geriatrics, distractions get scary fast Let's bury the hatchet- need to be in psychiatrics So I'm fighting back with a battle-axe, getting drastic
Advice that you gave me shackled me and enslaved me You put me in a grave but you're happy thinking you saved me If ignorance is bliss, won't see the cuffs on my wrists Or the chains holding my frame, but shame still exists The smile on your face is replaced with a taste of hate My faith has gone to waste, can't trace the fall from grace If I said you hurt me, you would turn around and desert me An action that converts me back into an introvert See I'm only as strong as you pretend I am Then again I'm just a friend or whatever you say I am I'm all by myself and I'm lonely inside of the moment Give condolence to my opponent and never seek atonement Show emotion but stay focused, open and potent Like venom soaked in your denim that leaves you hopeless and frozen I mean, paralyzed, you must be very terrified I should've clarified, when you die you go to paradise... right?