For those that sleep on my lyrics. This music means the world to me. Nothing without it!
Just a hobby.
I don't believe in 'groups' in order to create
and generate [greatness], I believe in being
a One Man Army. Nobody helps nobody, I am
my own best friend, nobody else can figure
me more than I. Its Me, Myself and I
for the world that revolves around
me is all what makes me who I am.
Lyrics
[Verse One: ]
Between the crevices, like a nest deserted,
I best deserve it being depressed, Life is NEVER perfect !
I am worth the pain; I am blessed,
I express the most vile guess; I address
and people digress; via stress
Its only because these are the facts I spit
Fact it is; I rap - A B S T R A C T -
I master it, with compact facts
Producers get a laughter fit !!
And as sad as it seems, I am not mad at it being
Added the means of rap to a new level,
But who'd settle for less then what sex sells?
Sex sells more than what real subject tells people
These medievil pop sells evil feeble thoughts,
Its hell, my sequel flops, on the steeple top,
When would these people stop playing the lethal cop,
and the hip hop destruction with these evil Gods
[Chorus2x: ]
Becoming numb and deaf to my spirits,
Death to my critics means death to my lyrics
My sweetest thoughts only become mad and strong
When my sweetest song sheds the mothaf*** in saddest thought
[Verse II: ]
Just one go and blunt flow, no ten takes,
I keep writing, till the nip of my pen breaks
Redempt; hate, attempt - wait, should I pretend
fate doesn't contempts great attempts I make
to all that is penned great?!?
Smudged off the starts, end traits and then make
more songs and more lyrics for you to forsake
I make you mistake and hate them,
Because you under-estimate them - so f*** it anyway!
I create this page and smear it off in vain,
Craft a plain verse so often and just tear it off again
Fill another one, just scribble and trash it,
Scribble and scratch it just a little, I trigger they snatch it
So you figured " I have had it ", I ignite my vigorous emotions
with all my God-damn lyrical matches,
I have had it; "beef"- I Squash it!
But, my sh** too will be forgotten like "NAS" and "Illmatic"
[Chorus2x: ]
Becoming numb and deaf to my spirits,
Death to my critics means death to my lyrics
My sweetest thoughts only become mad and strong
When my sweetest song sheds the mothaf*** in saddest thought
