11/22/06 - I made this song back in 2005. I wanted to polish it up and re-spit the verses, but I doubt I'll ever get around to doing that. I sound more intense on this then my usual style: Enjoy.
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Story behind the song
Beat by SolarFist
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Lyrics
Chorus:
This a lost crusade and I lost my crew
I’m lost at sea and I got no food
S.O.S. somebody come save me
It seems God’s left, so I’m going crazy
(Repeat)
Verse I:
Although I’m losing my mind, I still continue to grind
That’s why I’m labeled as being one of a kind
You can find me on the streets, find me on the net
Or find me in your closet: A shadowy silhouette.
So if you wantin’ it with Diz, I’ll smack you and let you have it
I tried to quit, but I can’t like crack addicts.
So I just sit and I twitch, like a paralyzed bitch
Who just got rocked with a 20-inch dick.
Hop out for a minute, then right back in
You know my tracks even if you don’t want to, like Grease Lightning
Don’t you know I’m frightening? Don’t you know I’m crazy?
Don’t you know your grandma’s pregnant with my baby!?
Army or the Navy, they can’t stop
What I rock on the mic cause I drop out of sight
After every show, I’m in the back row
Shaking hands with the fans and explaining my plans
For my next track, for my next creation
That I bet ain’t never reach a radio station
I’m not on rotation, but still I drop
The hottest shit for California since Dre and Pac
How do I stop, I don’t, I just continue
To write another story from the shit I’ve been through
You sin too, you’s an angel in disguise
Bathe with fakeness to try and hide the stench of your lies
Verse II:
Yo I’m sick like a disease, blessed like a sneeze
Always in a bitches mouth like chocolate from See’s
If I’m angry, I’m taking out both knees
Got a list in my pocket like it’s for groceries
Don’t approach me with information
Cause you hear my tracks and then attain frustration
I could give a fuck less, like masturbation
If my lyrics cause you constant constipation
I’m a combination of shadow and beast
I’m the type to use your tendons to floss my teeth
You the combination of mutt and leash
In my face without a plate, and you always want a piece
I’m going insane, these cats are so lame
Half of them can’t even pronounce my name
How’d so many fakes achieve riches and fame
When 80% of their lyrical content is all the same
I’m going, and flowing, and blowing up on every track that I can find
I’m smoking, and choking, and poking out their eyes until they’re blind
They thinking they’re smart, and acting hard, cause they’re climbing the charts
But really they’re spitting some lyrics that make’em look like 3rd grade retards
Radio play, dumbs the U.S.A.
I’ve seen 7th graders write more intelligent essays
Then these 16’s spit on a track
We need the real hip-hop to come back!
Cause…
Chorus
