My Reality In Words. I also represent anyone normally seen on the end of these jokes of a beat Im the nightmare you fell asleep in and woke up still in Im your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin No, its hopeless, Im the denial that youre hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that its over, here we go all over again Backs to the wall, I’m stacking up all them odds, toilets cock Yeah ‘cause I’m talking a lot of shit but I’m backing it all up But in my head there’s a voice in the back and it hollas After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience I’m the ringing in your ears I’m the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal chords after your concerts I’m your time that’s almost up that you haven’t acknowledged Grab for some water but I’m that pill that’s too jagged to swallow I’m the bullies you hate that you became With every faggot you slaughtered Coming back on you every woman you insult there With the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted ‘Cause Marshall Mather’s the rapper’s persona’s have a facade and Matthew and Stan’s just symbolic of you not knowing what you had until it’s gone ‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam no more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad when it happens to all of them? I am hindsight to say, “I told you so!” Foreshadows of all, things that are to follow Im the future, the TV show you will heard this tomorrow If you don’t stop after they call you The biggest laughing stock of rap who can’t call it quits But it’s time to walk away I’m ever guilt trip the baggage you had But as you gather up all your possessions If theres anything you have left to say Unless it makes an impact dont bother So before you rest your case Better make sure youre packing a wallop So one last time, I’m back Before it fades into black and it’s all over Behold the final chapter in the saga Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice the magic that started it all Tragic portrait of an artist tortured Trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts Blacker and darker than anything imaginable Here goes a wild stab in the dark As we pick up the last Mattison’s last art.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 11:53:08 +0000
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