Produced by Craig Rip.
politics
caliber
vocaliber
vocalibre
calibre
ghostwriter
my ghostwriter sucks
at war
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Story behind the song
It's true, damnit!
Lyrics
I "knock em out the box" like pushing a man off his wife during their honeymoon
Yeah; I'm in a funny mood
People over here thinking my life's exciting
I'm still a dump kid using a broken bike for riding
Think I play big shows? I barely get on anything
I don't rock plenty gigs
And barely get twenty-six sometimes for a show
I'm better off caroling...
My set was embarassing one time, so you know
Mics and fighting names
Everybody wants a life like mine but hey
You can't have my nothing life cause I have stayed in dark alleys
With no time for night or day
I've decayed all the heart and misery
All because of all this artist imagery
I can barely talk without grittin my teeth
You all want my job because it is your dream.....
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words'll never hurt me
Sick of clones, they make me groan; these herbs can get the herpes
Need money to get on the radio
A couple dozen Gs for a video
Need to get shows all accross the globe
Can't afford studio; my career's on hold
Lack of funds make me live life in pain
Don't got anything I can try to claim
Don't need nice things to live life in vein
Rather you had nothing and cried in shame
I "spit" like hookers sucking off men with AIDS
I can sit with a pad and a pen for days
But I'm too busy dealing with the distributers
And a million other people; man it's just useless
Say to rap about bullet holes I'm nursin
Or talk about Emotional stuff that reps teens?
Say to get clean cause of too much cursing?
Sleep on me? Have beastiality wet dreams!
Debt gleams unlike rappers who got no grammar and Ice
I live the glamorous life, without the glamour and life!