au where i’m not crying

lunarbaboon

Fast forward some years later, a teenager, this is fun, sweet I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished, they stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason? You stumped me But how do you get the shit beat outta you, beat down and be up beat, when you don't have nothing? No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed 'Cause you're doomed from the start, it's like you grew up on Jump Street from jump street But if I could just get my head out my ass I could accomplish any task Practicin' trash talkin' In a trance locked in my room, yeah but I got some plans, mama These damn rhymes are failin' outta my pants pocket, I can't stop it And I'm startin' to blend in more In school this shit helps for sure, I'm gettin' more self assured then I've ever been before Plus no one picks on me anymore, I done put a stop to that, threw my first punch--end of story Still in my skull's a vacant empty void been usin' it more as a bin for storage Take some inventory In this gourde there's a Ford engine, door hinge, syringe, an orange an extension cord and a ninja sword Not to mention four linchpins, an astringent stored Ironin' board a bench, a wrench, a ore, wench an attention whore Everything but a brain, but domes off the fuckin' chain like an independent store Something's wrong with my head Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't, cause I'd probably be Dahmer

I've picked up rocks from distant moons astronomers will discover soon  But I would give them all back just for you. 

Now this shit’s about to kick off, this party looks wack, lets take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

With great power comes absolutely no responsibility, for content Completely, despondent, and condescending The king of nonsense and controversy is on a Beat killing spree, your honor, I must plead Guilty, 'cause I sparked a revolution Rebel without a cause, who caused the evolution of rap To take it to the next level, boost it But several rebuked it, and whoever produced it (Hip hop is the devil's music) Is that me? It belongs to me?