[Verse 1: Shogun] Fuck your weak views Take two minutes to peer through My optics, am feeling like makin a killing Feeling like fillin up my pockets Massacring like Pol Potts for the profit No religious affiliation, man stop it Half tall grey, half monstrous How you gonna stop this? I don't need to pop clips Once I drop this In the stove And whip it slow I get all a you addicted to my flow You look a little timid though As I sit and scribble notes An alchemist, still make it apparent this Isn't for the gold I was born in '97 So fuck your profession I don't know where my head is Treasure forever hidden, just hope I don't get sectioned Smoking organic, making you panic, man Fuck all ths peace chat Fuck it where the gat at Rat-a-tat-tat Speaker bang Speaking slang Got your bitch in arm Telling her, she don't need a man So what does that make me? I've been a little bit fucked lately I dont wanna be another stereotype I gotta grow up, man it's really fucked 18 years old, thinkin about ending my life Don't give a fuck for your judgement Yer lucky I only throw punches When I write So fuckin selfish, I'll admit it That's why this is scripted I'm not talented or gifted Or up and coming I'm just obsessed with stressing, fucking running From a lifestyle, that I've hated for a while But I've pushed everybody that ever meant anything to me away Just wanted to get my dick sucked Always tryna crack jokes, little sick fuck Why can't I just, appreciate life And smile If you hate me, it's mutual The sound of your body hitting the ground is beautiful I'm like immovable object In god's head and there's weed still in my cuticles Still doing all the things I used to do Crucially, my hatred was created in the crucible Of loneliness Thank fuck I poked my head up out the cubicle I gotta make it apparent I lost a parent, well I never had him Daddy was a no show and the pain burned out so slow Dead beat big brother, can't even tell my mum on her birthday that I love her Wish it was the way it was when I was making den's out of boxes and covers Boxing with destiny, not a fucking one hit wonder I'll make sure you remember this Bet I end up better than deviling Put your bets on the devil in My pen again, a medalling symbol of petulance Gotta get it in, I'm the mercury in these so called veteran's medicine Escaping my selfish ways With my brain spread on a page So I put my soul in a song So it may linger on But I'm never calling that bitch back Smokin afghan on the ave I went through it all in the fucking past Never again, never again, man It's MFTM, MFTM man Save all of your hate Throw it back in your face Hardly a subliminal Young sinner still feeling old Hardly stereotypical Taking it back, wu-tang warrior that paisley raised So I'll never sit in first class Abuse my intuition I see the weak when these MCs are spitting Fuck [?] fraudulant freudian slips I'm slipping, I really wish I went to prison Fallen victim to the system Just a social condition I'm fixed in, between genius and insanity Never shed a tear when my uncle passed 'cos it had to be Doctor's warned him about the bevy Didn't fucking listen, good old uncle Henry Saw myself in him, he lied, stole and cheated anybody out of anything I'm acting like it matters when it doesn't Sold his soul for substance But fuck it
Long as I grip this fucking mic like a vulcan I just wish I got the chance to say I loved him Sold his fuckin soul for the substance But man fuck it...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.