Sometimes it just feels like the rage just builds
Till i get tired of making raps, "people say you're ill"
Yeah if that's the case then what's with the claims that i'm displaying null skill
Because i scrawled bullshit on paper, torn till
I decide whether or not to continue making more filler
For these fucking CDs i press, but your sayings could kill it!
Sit thinking of the best lyric in my faulty mind
Trying to get everything right like the multi rhymes
The flow, the structure, and i just stall for time
And end up saying fuck it and leaving these walls behind
Maybe it's bad judgement on my part, with adults in mind
I'ma obviously get anything to me called but fine
Don't fucking sugar coat it, man could you try
And make me feel a bit worse? Ooh that's good, rub it in right!
It's like salt in a wound, building me up
To just knock me down again, then inflating me and filling me up
You might not realise it but you killing me luck
Even though the odds at the moment are about a mini-ish fucked
Amount, by making me feel like i should just be chucked
Out of rap's ass, makes me consider distilling it but
Will it be enough? Fuck no, despite all the hate i recieve
And despite how much pressing play might decieve
From my real ability, i got more wordplay up my sleeve
I'm destined to never make it, that the way it must be?!
You wait, one day ima destroy the odds
Shove my face everywhere, and deploy the songs
Ignore people who hate me, they just annoy me, it's wrong
And slam this in their ears, like the noises from gongs!
All i need is a good line, but sometimes i just can't think
I become precoccupied by the stuff rap brings
Mind of chiming beats, create rhymes and feat's
This futile dream is fucking binding me
Blindingly, it's sad to think i might just be
A bum from graduation till i'm 93
But i'm a sight to see, something you laugh at all night till 3
And i always ask for lyrical fights to be
Birthed, but i don't want it, i just want this dream to succeed
Frustration, fuck hating, i'm screaming fuck me!
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me over God you already have done, you demeaning dumb piece
Of shit, why do you allow my mind to dream of such things?!
Wait! This is a waste of time cause it's not worthy for you
Ima write this because it's something i'm thirsty to do
And ima sit here till i rot away and my skeleton cracks
I'll try to think of a re-wording for "Why tell him? Fuck that!"
If i could just harness the power that the good rappers here
Just have, as clear as though it was that easier
To understand, i'm insane, good rhyming and even got good flow
You don't even give reasons, i do not just blow
And i don't fill my songs with rhymes that end in "fuck, just blow
Me if you hate my song" how about you put it on and show
Your mind to listen to it, yeah i sound like i got a blocked up nose
But my lyrical talent is underrated, what am i doing wrong that sucks yo?!
I'm an MC with much skill that nobody wants to notice
So ima keep writing shit like this till you got to show shit
Involving props to me, sick of sitting here thinking of shit to jot
If you'd got a reason to make you worth the time i'd stick you on
All the tracks i do, but i'd just be always pissed and wrong
And although you are, you aint worth a whisper of song!
I'm not a bad person, i just wanna get signed, a deal
And make a living telling what my fucking mind reveals
So when these motherfuckers tell me that it's like my rhymes are veal
Shoved in front of vegetarians, it makes me sigh and keel
And consider giving up, i mean why should he or
She get the chance to insult me while i'm speedin
Through my mind, ima broadcast till you block it out
I'm sick of worrying about the lyrical gun i'm cocking, now
Ima ignore your feed that brings nothing with it
Just like me for reacting, you're just big bitches
Sometimes i just get fucking pushed to limits
For paying attention to these pathetic fucking critics!