Universe
06-23-07, 12:20 PM
To Whom It May Concern,
In order to create, when the mind’s compelled to erase
Fill in the blanks like Sopranos final bell when it rang
To hell with big names; those who often have fans…
Always get played by someone else like Bond or Batman
Stop the act, damn; it’s just a cop-out bytches
Why speed to your concert? No one wants a ticket
Other than rich kids, whose parents buy the seats
Because proceeds go to charity… so I retreat
No finding me, I teach blind recognition
You got a vehicle for success? I wreck ignitions
Plus your text is mixed with, the lines I taught ya
You don’t punch, you clench a fist like “Why I oughta…”
There’s a line I draw kids, still you’re on Trey’s d!ck
Like gay cannibals before a meal, your entrees d!ck
Now take off quick, launch to space from the dirt
You no pimp, you a pimple, get off the face of the earth
But I’ll educate you first, cuz after your last drop…
Seems your ass got booted out of class like a laptop
Think that’s odd? Go figure; I’m tired of math
But if a girl two-times-me, then I divide her in half
I won’t hide in a mask, or alter my appearance
I’m under the guise of lyrics; you under guys, period
Why disappear? Your rep’s on hold if you’re busy
So I’m passing more ‘greats’ than a stroll in the city
It takes a toll on me really, still I man the wheel
You so fake I should pinch you, you can’t be real
If I’m drenched in fear, it means all will drown
My lyrics are fire; they have to be watered down
Drop a thread to ‘retire’, which you up to crowd it
Cuz once you announce it, no one gives a fukk about it
What I found is, hard work is mostly useless, why?
People just read your words, they don’t scrutinize
So if you reviewed my lines, or took ‘em and ran...
Either way, like my reflection, good looks on this man.
In order to create, when the mind’s compelled to erase
Fill in the blanks like Sopranos final bell when it rang
To hell with big names; those who often have fans…
Always get played by someone else like Bond or Batman
Stop the act, damn; it’s just a cop-out bytches
Why speed to your concert? No one wants a ticket
Other than rich kids, whose parents buy the seats
Because proceeds go to charity… so I retreat
No finding me, I teach blind recognition
You got a vehicle for success? I wreck ignitions
Plus your text is mixed with, the lines I taught ya
You don’t punch, you clench a fist like “Why I oughta…”
There’s a line I draw kids, still you’re on Trey’s d!ck
Like gay cannibals before a meal, your entrees d!ck
Now take off quick, launch to space from the dirt
You no pimp, you a pimple, get off the face of the earth
But I’ll educate you first, cuz after your last drop…
Seems your ass got booted out of class like a laptop
Think that’s odd? Go figure; I’m tired of math
But if a girl two-times-me, then I divide her in half
I won’t hide in a mask, or alter my appearance
I’m under the guise of lyrics; you under guys, period
Why disappear? Your rep’s on hold if you’re busy
So I’m passing more ‘greats’ than a stroll in the city
It takes a toll on me really, still I man the wheel
You so fake I should pinch you, you can’t be real
If I’m drenched in fear, it means all will drown
My lyrics are fire; they have to be watered down
Drop a thread to ‘retire’, which you up to crowd it
Cuz once you announce it, no one gives a fukk about it
What I found is, hard work is mostly useless, why?
People just read your words, they don’t scrutinize
So if you reviewed my lines, or took ‘em and ran...
Either way, like my reflection, good looks on this man.