[Intro] Eh, Nawledge, nigga! Uh-huh, aye, uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu uhu! Lawd! Aye, aight let's do it Aye, I'm finna go the fuck in Please pay attention, please Lawd!
[Chorus] My confidence is low I am no rap god, rap god Do whatever that I gotta do I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard I gotta get better and kill it but I keep it real, no fa-cades, fa-cades There ain't no competition I murdered this motherfucker, Charles Manson, Manson
[Verse 1: K.A.A.N] Now gimme the time, and I be blowing your mind Yes I'm another lyricist, I was a cynical child Now you need tons of venom and origin Never really notice that my flow is fucking ridiculous Picking the pitiful, never subliminal, seminal sinners But I say, I'm a goddamn monster Call me necrophiliac I feel I'm on a level that most of these other niggas never really come close to I hope you notice me, I spit it focusedly This is my passion, devoted, I can't quit I came in and conquered by constantly practicing Passing these peons, they pleading for peace I'm a beast and I treat all these beats like a feast I don't eat with delusional idiots, so inconsiderate Fuck! Get it by yourself because nobody want to help But when I'm reaching for the belt I keep it ringin' like a bell But I can tell they wanted something faker, with makeup I'm making amends for my sins with a hyphen I break it like a hymen When I spit then pay attention not to mention none of it With a reel of caution I'm living lawless, a nigga heartless I'm fucking flawless I want it all and I bet I finna' get it I've been living like a suicidal patient Pacing in my isolation I can barely even think So I've been giving the truth Looking for some peace of mind So can I get it from you A negative type of do No, I never had a crew [Chorus] My confidence is low, I am no rap god, rap god Do whatever that I gotta do I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard I gotta get better and kill it but I keep it real, no fa-cades, fa-cades There ain't no competition I murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson
[Verse 2: K.A.A.N] You can hand me the torch, I be carrying that I fell in love with the pain, I be marrying that But if I take it from these niggas, I'm not giving it back I figured the flow was kinda forming the voice of my own opinion Dependin' if it was given by the nigga that you hear Right now, right now Got a positive aspect, a lyrical misfit These motherfuckers hating but the style convincing I'm revving the engine A little bit of patience I pray that I have that I rap fast and tap basses with the backlash Fag ass, body was stashed inside a knapsack Going up and down, my temperament is the NASDAQ Abstract, never distract, I'm giving contact Impact nigga attack you gotta send back Bitch I'm independent but never signing a contract Never understood why you motherfuckers would want that Better get away from me before I give you a dirt nap Hurling and hurting, concerning I'm a surgeon with words and emergin' To the sentence, I been livin' at my leisure Leaving the leech, I proceed to the thesis I wrote it from the bleachers, I hope they can see this Living on the sideline, feeling like a genius Tell me why the fuck you want to stop my creativity You listen to this sound and you hearing something that's brand new Murdering any instrumental homie that's I can do Leave a negative comment, nigga why can't you Give the same effort as me? This shit is very difficult, it seems effortlessly How I swerve from verse to pronoun profound slowdown Gotta let me catch my breath, time to impress This is my vocabulary—it's from A to Z and I'm actually accurate Besting the cool to determine earnings Fancy flow feeling great, happily I just keep living life like my mind never gets operations, perpetual question requestin' Secretion tenacity Usually using very vicious vision worry worship Xenon yelling yesterday with a zygote, Zulu with a xylophone Don't you get to study what I do with a pen And I bet you tripping, take the alphabet and turn it frenetic I got' em frantic, bow to the spiritual figure like Pope Francis Take it to the Vatican to sodomize the beat And I bend it over the pew like a pedophilic priest Sheesh! A descendant of kings No, I'm a pharaoh, that's part of Egyptian religion That ended when Romans began to accept Christianity I am omnipotent Call me Osiris, the god of the afterlife How I transitioned the regeneration that I resurrected The message directed is truth for a liar, the way I am robbing Distinctive attire, a crown on my head with the largest of feathers, I carry a crook and flail If I fail it's a symbolic tale A story I'm telling the King of the Living My life, it was written on scrolls for the people You step in my steeple to see sacrifices I'm licensed to carry my pen like a firearm Walk in a crowded building, I yell "fire" And fire the weapon I brought in my trench coat I'm detouring people away from the exit I shepherd them into nefarious flurry of Bullets bombarded so pardon my pace If you cover your face, then you hit in the sternum Never really giving you a chance with me Huh, Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir) But manually I shall make a critique My apostrophes are so magnifique Beseeching the people, I need your attention I can not progress if I don't have a crowd I've allowed all these evils inside of my life Man I used to be sober, what happened to me? And I used to work harder then what I do now? I don't have self esteem, and I feel insecure I'm unsure of the person I am, I'm in need of identity Fairly sedated, I fade to my former self back in '09 when I knew that I needed help Very depressed I was so isolated Not leaving the house, I'm not feeling elated I'd much rather go get a razor blade No, I don't use it for shaving I use it for saving myself from the stress And attention I felt 'cause I thought that it'd help I admit that I'm down and I am feeling lost Lawd!
[Chorus] My confidence is low I am no rap god, rap god Do whatever that I gotta do I guarantee it isn't that hard, that hard I gotta get better and kill it but I keep it real, no fa-cades, fa-cades There ain't no competition I murdered this motherfucker Charles Manson, Manson
[Verse 3: K.A.A.N] God, tell me why do I feel sick? 'Cause, son of a bitch, I stare in the mirror and cringe Shit's getting worse, I need more medication A mental vacation 'cause I can not take it I'm holding my breath 'til I'm no longer breathing or seeing I'm down to the ground and they call paramedics No need for an ambulance, I have departed To live in the clouds, I am finally free from the demons I have Or man, should I say had? 'Cause now they in the past And I can't reminisce I'm remiss, I insist that I used to feel bliss Fuck that! Trippin' on a motherfucker, bet I do it never knew it I'm moving and grooving, you losing it's no illusion Refusing to fucking work and I'm hurting to find a purpose Concerned but never stopping, evading your positivity The nepotism of a lyricist, my negativity is definitely innovative I take it and make it mine I redefine the line I got a sword inside Camelot, I'm striking by the underside I said I never tell a lie I put my fuckin' hand up on the Bible, let me testify I rectify the situation amazin' I'm taking my time when I kill this Praying that you feel this Everything is factual, I'm only spittin' real shit Why won't they leave me alone? "Homie, you're dope, I really fuck with your flow Man, if we got on a record and did it together I'm sure that that shit 'finna blow" You niggas are hoes, and personally, I'm composed I practiced and practiced some more These kids are a joke, they never studied the craft Attempts that they giving are half of the ass of the women that they procrastinated with I'm obsessive With this my confessional shit Like father won't you forgive me for all my sins And I'm playing some EPMD But the sermons I'm serving I guess you can thank every Sermon And Parrish for opening all of the doors Mr. Mojo is Risin', that's off of the LA Woman album I am still bumpin' So please do your research, and both of those references coming from different genres I am astute in my ears, I'm a student of this With the way that I studied for years I don't have any peers I appear and I'm peakin' inside of the minds of the mentally struggling Far from enlightened Decided to slice of the piece of the pie No man, I want a dozen Refuse to attribute to making you dumber I don't have no melodies, this ain't melodic I'm honest to say that I wish you abolish These artists that started embellishing fallacies Feeling like I should forgo to be militant Missing the messages of Makaveli Damn! Guess you motherfuckers never really understood that I've been working at a pace I know I need to take a break These niggas say they got an issue with the talent I was given But I do it with a passion, and nobody surpassing You think you fucking with Knowledge, but really I am laughing Take a little time for yourself, I know you gassed up And I'ma leave you gasping for air Yeah, goddamn, nigga, woo!
[Outro] That's it! Rap God. That's it. I'm not a Rap God, this isn't better than Em's version, I'-I'm aware of that. Still kind of cool though. Uh, yea, if you didn't like this, do me a favor and find a duck dick... and suck that duck dickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
