@Bambino,
Don't Believe Me?
4:21
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fIZcqASjoPU
This is me, sittin' back, with a new pack, of pens
This world of mine, its spins, it gets harder, no wonder
I can't think, no words to come out
Of my mouth, it's always about
The drugs, the money, and love
But I have a the magic, it's drastic
It's rampid, lookin' at me like I'm rancid
Procrastin', food I've been fastin'
Never has this been a problem, but I solem
Ly, swear, to keep my emotions bottled up in me (pause)
Deep down in me, it's fortune or fame
Money or the game, people rappin' about the same
Ol' **** and it's hoppin' up on me
No money, to buy me more money, cunning
It ain't funny, been running, no jogging
Anger buildin' up upon and in me (pasue)
Envy, drags on the bottom of my body
It gets harder to walk, no more words for me talk
Sittin' with this pencil, pen, marker or chalk
Whatever gets it out, I'm happy for now
But I can't just sit back and wait
It'll never come to me that way so
I think and I ponder, look around the house for a new sheet of paper
I grab an envelope and write down some **** for later
And I get called fake? No food on my plate
Just snacks, Red Bull, Diet Coke, wake up late
No wonder why I can't break through hell or heavens gate
Father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
They have no clue, where I've came from
What I do, how I act, towards people, towards you
Towards them, my sense of humor, everything I say, it's usually
Usually not true x2
Been tired, applyin' for jobs
Never gettin' hired
Thinkin' about tryin' to get higher
On the totem pole, these thoughts though
Don't get me anywhere, unless I write em so
No more, cheap talk, lettin' it out
There is no doubt, in my mind
I have the right kind
Of, family, it's around me but
I want to give up, I can't make
I've had it, I mad and
This **** is so outlandish, why can't this
Be easy, why can't this, why can't I
Be the guy, be the man that's on stage screamin'
Yellin' out words and hope no ones out there beleivin'
Steamin' cause I can't even steal a meal from the real people, who feel like me
Act like me, no, again, so, I move down the road, no
Money in my pocket, lets just hope I don't need it
Sign a contract and get assigned to a label
So then I can craddle (pause)
My money it's sick, these thoughts I've been thinkin' up, there stayin' in my ear
God damnit take the stearin' wheel while I crash this fuckin' one way train in the river
I need liquor, eatin' scissors, no need to try and hide it
Cause I'll cut my fuckin' tongue dog fore I ever bite it
Father please forgive them
For they know not what they do
They have no clue, where I've came from
What I do, how I act, towards people, towards you
Towards them, my sense of humor, everything I say, it's usually
Usually not true x2
So now I'm pissed, tellin' other people to eat ****
I want them to die, sacrafice there own right
To live, to give, to even be here at all
I kinda' want them all to fall
Off a balcony, with a knife in there lungs
A rope around there neck
Both balls cut off, so just in case they live, they can't have sex
And when I show up to there funeral, as the preist, the next day
I'll have vodka in my pocket and spit it on there grave
Grab the Bic from my pocket throw on there too
So I can save the alcohol from goin' to waste
And if you believe one thing I say
Than this will be dedicated to you
Too, and you're whole family, if they believe too
Take a **** on your porch, and blame it on you
Then run to the backside, hit the hydrogen, let loose some peroxide
SO the whole neiborhood that night ends up dying
So could you tell me how I went from discrimination
To killing your family, your friends, ending your life, planned worse than Final Destination
And when your other side of your family is on vacation
Take a trip down to where there visiting, start cussing
Shoot it out with your cousin, who also happens to have a gun and
Shoots his mother, don't even bother, fuckin'
With me, just ask your gay cousin
Just ask your family (pasue)
Ask everyone who believe me when I say
The stupid ****, that I think of every-day
This is just I how I think and say
I'm usually a normal person, let's just say
I'm usually not this insane, but I just want to say
Nothing, cause this verse is nothing
This verse is something for you to fear in me
Don't **** around with me, tip your cap next time you see me
Cause if you don't it'll be tipped either way, with a bullet hole in your chest and my Glock steaming
It's a whole different flow than Em's on Kim though. I'm not gonna' be screaming.
