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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #22,102
Peak in subgenre #3,525
Author
Truescribe/DOE beats
Rights
2003
Uploaded
September 06, 2003
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Self Loathe(Comic version)
I picked up a mic with the hopes of blowing like a landmine
Problem is I’m one of the wackest to hit mankind
Honored to be called Vanilla ice or Hammer
Cause the worst lines they wrote put a stench on my grammar
Every line is unadulterated garbage
Even with flawless beats as me garnish I’d have no image to tarnish
And stop smilin this ain’t funny I hate myself
If it physically possible I’d rape myself
Might be diagnosed for bi-polarism
My self-esteem is low so ladies excuse the male chauvinism
Or the gay bashing, the hatred for parade passion
Bound to exit life in a switch blade fashion
What possessed me to try this art even my sis won’t buy this art
My best lines can’t define as art
Release the mic before it fights back with static
Speaks to me in Moors code and says you better keep at it
I got self loathe, Dr Kevorkian bring it
I need help so, you got a sword then swing it
I’m down with ending this by any method
Born with a writers block so I can explode in any second
I called Tony Soprano’s psychologist
She said I don’t know what knowledge is try them Ivy League colleges
Broke into the Princeton library
Found my thoughts are singular and great lyrics are binary
Walked through Brown’s campus naked and said help me
Their lab results said my self-image is unhealthy
Scratch Ivy, tell me something I don’t know
Like in Fiji there’s a plant you could grow for a dope flow
Maybe I’ll try MIT
I’m like a mediocre team sick plain in the N.I.T.
How could I rhyme like this if born in the NYC?
Big and Pac tell me if you can hear my plea
I’d be on the first plane
Arrival to heaven in seconds from a craft ejected from an earth flame
I’m dreaming like one day my flow’s won’t run wack
My mind is wandering and basically it won’t come back
I got self loathe, Dr Kevorkian bring it
I need help so, you got a sword then swing it
I’m down with ending this by any method
Born with a writers block so I can explode in any second
Truescribe, the name I invented to hide a wack spit
Clumsy on the mic like Michael Knight without that cat kit
Unforgettable you’ll never forget it that True said it
Cause I couldn’t write a rhyme if Langston Hughes proofread it
Give True credit, to where it’s due
The worst rapper of all time right here it’s True
I know suicide’s uncommon in blacks
Don’t wanna be a negative addition to one of our positive stats
Lemme think of a creative way to end it
Hop over a cage at a zoo feed a bear and try to befriend it
Nah that’s too painful and my rhymes say I’m dumb enough
Gotta make it look like a really bad run of luck
My mirrors are a curse they simply reinforce
The faults I see within so I let horror take it’s course
Cut off all the lights and candelize a shrine
Look into my eyes and say "Condemn" for a 4th time
