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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,185
Peak in subgenre #290
Author
X·Machina
Rights
AhPawKahLypse Entertainment
Uploaded
October 31, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse 1
Right now i am devising a new plan
The rise of a new man
The fight to differ between the lies and a true fan
The nights when i hide from the white, red and blue van
The time i strive to hold the mic in my two hands
Getting a better grip never letting it go
And i won't stop spitting until i'm there with the pros
And if i don't make it i'd rather be left in cold
But if i do... i'll make everyone rise when i step in a show
But when i'm called up i'll never change where my home is
And act fake all for the sake of the showbiz
To decypher my lyrics and all who hates better know this
I'll never change... i'll act the same as a tourist
So getting signed is a minor i could reach for the galaxy
Past the stars, i never believed in that fallacy
I understand what is real to what's fantasy
Cause i'm sick of all the lies, and the dreams and the parodies
Chorus
Trusting cats never works so forget it
Cause vultures lust after your verse like a fetish
At one point they all over your nutsacks
Trying to be over your flow just like ya mustache
At another point they never love so forget it
Like vultures they lust after your verse like a fetish
You wish when they were on your nutsack
You took precautions and shaved off your mustache
Verse 2
i was born for this hardcore lyricism
bustin out my fathers nuths wen i was just jizm
i musta hit my mothers eggs in the wrong way
in the lab all night and day tryin to make my songs pay
they'll come a day..when they recognize my talents
i'll be on top universe will be at balence
It's mind over matter so glory is mine
better beleive my raps are more then just story's that rhyme
i dun wannabe signed, i want lables to want me
so called hook-ups, are fables that taunt me
i'm livin raunchy but fly, poor but spendin cash
and me bein broke....that shit could never last
I built a reputation won't let a sucka rape it
i'm finally secure i don't need a fuckin blanket
i'll be larger then life, you'll be like "that's mike ain't it"
most importent advice...life is what u make it
Verse 3
Even if i died rappin i'll still battle cadavers
Cause wherever i go a bunch of rappers attacking
I keep asking for answers by passed up by laughter
Do i gotta work this hard so my rap could establish
I just can't understand it putting my trust in the links
The people offer you when you are thirsting for things
You curse when you're told that your verse really stink
It's like quick sand... the more that you struggle you sink
Hoping that your demo don't have a bad stench
Trying over and over forgetting the past tense
Getting laid when your under tears of madd stress
Getting paid but still wonder where your cash went
Getting drunk so the pain could mellow in ya brain
When you get up you sending letter with demos in the mail
Not only for the fame but to reach to each village
Then the earth so you could preach that you tha illest
