uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh
i got a whole lotta stress i needa get off of my chest
i put my pain inside the lyrics of my songs
people tellin' me to slow it down or change it up
or make it more repetitive so everybody else can sing along
so quick to tell a mothafucka what to do
but you ain't ever done it
you ain't even got a plan to show a nigga how to run it
your opinion null and void
i need a blessing from the lord
i'll be the sacrifice repenting for us all
appalled you would ever try to compare me to one of these niggas not at all
appalled you would ever think that i would ever follow in the footsteps of these frauds
appalled people buyin' into ignorance as if they couldn't see it's a facade
boy you better tell 'em all
second comin' resurrection of the real
a pussy nigga better bow to the god
depicted a composition exquisitely how i kill it
dismissin' the opposition disintegrated they purpose
my dissertation of verses i've written in 3rd person
within the times that we live in it's easy to form opinions
assumin' they're not pursuin' the vision of dissolution
what you view is my reality or my current predicament
i'm livin' like a realist my future is far from limitless
now don't nobody do the shit that you do
you comin' with the flow and you gotta know it's unusual
amusin' when you murder the beat in dirty attire
they circle and form a cypher for stories like campfires
you feel this in your libido
but goddamn nigga that's a shot below the belt
and my knuckle will break the buckle
your self-esteem start to crumble
accompanied by your pride
now divide by your inequities
imma call it incompetence
i'm indifferent towards a compliment
consequence of my confidence
givin' you my disdain and my pain
plus a picture of poverty
repent and makin' it prevalent
repressin' memories of my misery with a sedative
i got a whole lotta stress i needa get off of my chest
i put my pain inside the lyrics of my songs
people tellin' me to slow it down or change it up
or make it more repetitive so everybody else can sing along
so quick to tell a mothafucka what to do
but you ain't ever done it
you ain't even got a plan to show a nigga how to run it
your opinion null and void
i need a blessing from the lord
i'll be the sacrifice repenting for us all
appalled you would ever try to compare me to one of these niggas not at all
appalled you would ever think that i would ever follow in the footsteps of these frauds
appalled people buyin' into ignorance as if they couldn't see it's a facade
boy you better tell 'em all
second comin' resurrection of the real
pussy niggas better bow to the god
peter paid the piper with plenty of pennies
dependin' upon the pity of people is problematic
a savage i've been sedated i'm saving all of my energy
embedded existentially. a phenomenal entity
i'm feelin' like a phenom
lyrics for you to feed off
i'm barely standing on my own i'm not someone to lean on
my generation lost so i'm writing for predecessors
impressive as they assess that you should play this for your fetus
these niggas send repetitive sentences through your speakers
i see this shit as egregious and actually facetious
but if i keep at this pace and the page is emaciated
the pain is alleviated the story abbreviated
i could try to break it down maybe go a little slower
why tell 'em when i can show 'em
i'm divi-ing up my time as i'm tappin' into your temperament
you compliant with hatred complacent within your head
it takes an ill-er type of a nigga
i can make 'em all believe me
i'm hopin' you understand me
i'm plannin' to be a legend
my lyrics are indirect as i'm interceptin' your ignorance
i've been tired of your fidgetin'
affix your fascination an actual castration
i make a lasting impression that you can never erease
i got a whole lotta stress i needa get off of my chest
i put my pain inside the lyrics of my songs
people tellin' me to slow it down or change it up
or make it more repetitive so everybody else can sing along
so quick to tell a mothafucka what to do
but you ain't ever done it
you ain't even got a plan to show a nigga how to run it
your opinion null and void
i need a blessing from the lord
i'll be the sacrifice repenting for us all
appalled you would ever try to compare me to one of these niggas not at all
appalled you would ever think that i would ever follow in the footsteps of these frauds
appalled people buyin' into ignorance as if they couldn't see it's a facade
boy you better tell 'em all
second comin' resurrection of the real
pussy niggas better bow to the god