Im the nightmare you fell asleep and then 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 Nope, 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, Im stacking up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah cause Im talking a lot of shit but Im backing it all up But in my head theres a voice in the back and it hollers after the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience Im the ringing in your ears Im the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eatin your vocal chords after your concerts Im your time thats almost up that you havent acknowledged Grab for some water but Im that pill thats too jagged to swallow Im the bullies you hate That you became with every faggot you slaughtered Coming back on you, every woman you insult, batter but the double-standards you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything, you take for granted Cause Marshall Mathers the rappers personas half a facade And Matthew and Stans just symbolic Of you not knowing what you had til its gone Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off Sad, but it happens to all of em Im the hindsight to say, “I told you so” Foreshadows of all the, things that are to follow Im the future thats here to show you what happens tomorrow If you dont stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who cant call it quits When its time to walk away, Im every guilt trip The baggage you have but, as you gather up all your possessions If theres anything you have left to say Less it makes an impact, then dont bother So fore you rest your case Better make sure youre packing a wallop So one last time Im back, before it fades into black and its all over Behold the, final chapter in a 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, uh As we (I) pick up where the last Mathers left off
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 00:59:17 +0000
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