This Is My Mic (The Emcee's Creed)
Kapeesh
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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 that's absolute is things are what they seem F*ck 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's 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 that's 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 don't need a girl just a psycho who cuts evenly Have a piece of me just know I'm 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' F*ck 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 man 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
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