Please remove my name from your rap contest Take this you can. look at me, but don't look at me I woke up on the wrong bed, a in time Remember the times we had? the satire, yo I'm out for sacrifice I could make a shirt for occasion look at me I'm an mp3 fully rendered absorbing my poor earthling I have two arms you 2 thousand dollars and 30 sentences but not a these are hints I'm to be heard, being to get seen So if you wouldn't mind for someone else people are learning trades and trading tapes and changing tastes But people are making points Connecting thoughts to make a point and we're At 'em Arrogant people are shit, well people like me got a lot to say The post futuristic pre-modernism bottle of ragged tortured soles my face rich and out of place, I'm very serious today
We're all in an feeding on negativity Wanting to bury them but nowhere to put the bodies Let 'em burn, the ashes make a wonderful It's a tourist trap I hope they buy shit
Choke, choke, the don't stay in touch with my tempo We big but the status quo moves slow Everybody's on an upward slope for slop Stop them from choking on Over the years perspectives become idiotic and numb So it seems like the only way to break is the trendy way of breaking ground I suggest you remain aware then Don't make me speak out of turn you're out of touch, so don't There is no difference, digital bootlegs, dubbed tapes or iron on plates I'm almost and out of patience Get prescription to bottle of humans renditions Revisions, I'm my resting place But I rest in any case I'm guilty 'til proven apathetic If I only had some or an aesthetic or some idiot to just validate my I've earned it although of you from where you stand You probably see it