Give me a beat so I can rip it!
Spit it, equip it, depict it with gimmicks
These nitwits and dimwits all can't get with it
I'm in it to win it just give me a minute
To rip it, to spit it, to fit it with ill shit
To spin it, to twist it, to pin it and kill it
To pit it against bits of musical fitness
To witness the whit quit before I lose interest
Give me a beat so I can rip it, quick, shit, you get it?
You get it?
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I spit on stolen beats, but let's not get so serious
The manner of the matter is better left delirious
The fact is they'd be furious if they knew the truth
I didn't put in any work I just slipped inside the booth
And spat the words, I yell at mics all day
With that blah blah blah I've got nothing to say
But hey, it's gonna sound nice, so give it some play
One syllable rhyme, that shit is gay
Uh huh.
So let's get down to business, what way do you want it?
I can get down with that poetry or the dope shit I can flaunt it
The beat is haunted with the ghost of a former me so grand
You see I wanted it the most but the coroner wasn't planned
So when they ripped into my body for that unfortunate autopsy
They found the pieces of myself I swallowed whole; they got me
They found my peace of mind rotting and my conscious bloodied
Every good quality was devoured, but what'd they want from me?
I was gunning for my target, I was my nemesis
I was running for my life, yeah I built my genesis
I was funding all my troubles, leaving me penniless
I was shunning all my friends, feeding on emptiness
Uhh..
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Stop it, bring it back, bring it back to basics
I'm just painting you a picture so I'll never have to face it
I'm a hack. I'm a bastard. I steal beats and that's the truth
Then I write up pointless lyrics like I've got something to prove
I'm just like you, honestly, let's have a conversation
All I think about is beats though so you'll have to have some patience
I don't think that you could take it, I'm more boring than you know
So why do I obtain this glory and why do I perform live shows?
It's a mystery to me! But I'll laugh away my nights
Because it's stupid how they glorify the lyrics that I write
As if you do not know my plight... As if I have a plight
So for the love of god, if you should see me perform this song
You'd better not applaud, 'cause I'm not performing shit
I'm just reciting lines in half the time it took me to think of it
Would you really fall for this?
The only real difference between us is the way we're facing
I'm looking at a crowd, and I have more room; I'm pacing
Mostly don't know what to write, meaningless; I'm spacing
We're mostly just the same inside, it's all about the casing
The point is this is clever because I'm breaking the fourth wall
You could have done it first, but you didn't after all
I beat you to it, so beat yourself up, I got here first
It doesn't excuse that these lyrics may be some of my worst
I think that I am cursed to write about the human condition
When my only real experience is mundane superstition
Don't get me wrong, I love it, I wouldn't reside to be
More like you, I'd rather live up to my notoriety
But it's easy, don't you understand, you can do it too
Just write a rhyming essay on what it means to be like you
Make sure it's personal so the audience can relate
Then steal up some dope beats and spit that shit onto a tape!
And then you're done, voila! That's all I ever did
I'm 21 right now but I'm still just a dumb kid
And I put myself on display and pretend I have control
But these lyrics are my cage now and I still depict my soul
Against the stolen beats, isn't that the saddest part?
I don't even put any effort into emptying my heart
Onto the page, I just pick up someone else's labor
Then I dip it in my brain and give it to the kids to savor
Suck on that, eat it up now! There's plenty more in stock
I can steal these beats forever and my cage is always locked
And I'm staring at the clocks and I'm reaching for the rocks
So I can maybe smash away and break away from this [box]
I guess it's not so bad though, from time to time I get a break
And they let me walk around, half the time I'm still awake
Though the sights and the sounds always make my stomach ache
Sometimes it's astonishing how we're mostly all fake
I made the realization quickly, then I penned it down to paper
I was writing it right now but I was saving it for later
This was my personal form of caging me to display to you
But we all take part in the phenomenon; Welcome to the zoo
Where we plaster insecurities in plain sight for pity
Who will stock the food dispensers in this thing we call a city?
We all just put ourselves on display to the masses
Experience exhibits while we ourselves don't grasp it
Life is short, so we engrave milestones to fast lines
Of art we relate to, and make this our favorite pastime
The last kind of mass mind controlling empty spaces
We cage ourselves in security bending mental cases
Here's my personal exhibit, how do you do?
I'll be visiting yours soon. Welcome to the zoo.
I said welcome to the zoo.
Welcome to the zoo.