It goes...
Hopeless romantic/ scars prove tragic/
Magic isn't real but neither is what you believe/
Children of the static/ at home in the havoc/
The only thing thats absolute is things are what they seem/
Fuck illmatic!!!/
I'm an orange flower in the attic against all odds dying to be/
This ain't my first rodeo, face paint matches the boots/ that style son, who's clowin who?/
No, stranger to danger, rap bangers, or wire hangers/ liars, cheaters, offenders, repeat offenders, and gangsters/
Simply a mask for the anger/ ver-verbal stab at the savior/
I need attention/ please listen and sweeten your criticisms/
It's like shit I'm right here/ I'm human, I hate the whole truth so help me God/
The last time I said "help me God," he probably did but I'm dense and didn't know what was going on/ The road to fame isn't long/ it's just covered in junk thats bound to ruin my shoes/
And I'm known for pushing my luck, and feel myself with the blues/ so when my feet get cut, at least the songs will be, cool/
Cause walking on eggshells just isn't me/ so I tell people to kiss my ass quite frequently/
I dont need a girl, just a psycho who cuts evenly/ have a piece of me, just know im OCD with symmetry/


This is my mic/
There is many like it but this one's mine/
My mic is my best friend. My Life. I must master it as I must master my life/
Without me my mic is useless. Without my mic I am useless. Without a mic I am useless/
So I'ma do this/ cause I have nothing else to offer the world...


It's been a long time/
And I shouldn't have left you/ without a thick splintering noose to put your neck through/
I pity the fool and the goonies you call squadron/ I'll whistle and fist missiles will hit you for just talkin/
Fuck a piece offering/
We don't negotiate with wack rappers/ hipsters and snap-backers/ shroom doin' mad-hatter/
Pyro's, on a mission to Imaginationland in a zeppelin/ because the worlds so bland/
I'm a Dark Sith champion of sky walkin/ the rooms shift shape when I walk in/ oh maaaaan/
You faggots just don't understand/ I exude devastation like radiated Japan/
I assume responsibility for ever word I'm sayin/ so what I'm sayin is I'm not changin/
So far beyond the basics/ my verses stay laced with an ancient cadence that'll slap your mouth and shatter your face in seis places/
I'm so impatient/ I'll purposely OD at 27, title my post-mortem album the greatest/
I'm not intrigued by your celebrity A-list/ just a Del The Funky Homosapien playlist/ to get me through my day/
Bird's eye view catch all this/
Sticks, stones, stars, and spliff's/
I'm so sick/ at conception I was ready for the world, shadow boxing in the womb like let me outta this bitch/


This is my mic/
There is many like it but this one's mine/
My mic is my best friend. My Life. I must master it as I must master my life/
Without me my mic is useless. Without my mic I am useless. Without a mic I am useless/
So I'ma do this/ cause I have nothing else to offer the world...