Lyrics:
back out on that lonesome trail
But they'll try to point out everytime you trip up,
They get their kicks from seein other people fail
Critics will always
overtime, we're working overtime
Cue unrelated and blood-lined critics to start screaming
Â??There's nothing you can doâ??
I'll draw some dotted lines from
exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track
makin critics look stupid
This ain't a optic allusion stop the confusion
I'm white and I drop tight music
Over
come out he's rivaled with fear
Examined by the critics, and put on this dis list
I won't be jaded though I'm starting to see it
They don't respect
When I react on tracks I make necks snap with raw rap
Underrated too much but critics I don't follow that
You can't even dream of looking through
omnipotent
I'm my only critic of course gods a hypocrite
it's unclear how your parliament, could resist my armament
I'm bombing it now, no time to ponder it
receivin' MC and DJ kingship
Perceived as the most deviously seen in the media
Remedial critics don't give us love but we don't need 'em to
It ain't your weak
a comfortable crutch
It's a warm loving womb, and intoxicating tomb
And I don't miss the outside world that much
Now all my harshest critics
Are screaming
they've signed their lives away.
But what's to be said for us who take life by the hand?
We will prove wrong all of our critics and smash our greatest
write a book
And let the critics have a look
They'll hail me as the new James Joyce
The audience won't have a choice
But the pop stars sing:
You
fracture from a stone's throw
Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
Parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in
When critics say, it don't make sense
I'm the living evidence
When it feels like i can't go on
I'll just say (i'll say yes)
When the world say no
lost inside a mental maze
Like bad memory plus a overdose of amnesia
Equals brain seisures
With no warning, too prejudice
Critics who don't pee wee
this painting ourselves
So just sit back and relax and scatter limbs like Picasso,
Spatter blood like Pollack
Art critics are standing by
critics cold fronts, blockin our humidity
(We own rap) fo sho as Cognac'll twist yo dome back
Our tracks? See, they be nappy (but you can't comb that)
Call
Where the world turned round
And there were those who came before us
Rising like a critics chorus
Trying to tell us those two days
Were one night stands
don't believe
This high speed metal we conceive
The metal is blasting, the underground meets
Your parents don't care where you are
The critics all
world
I declare my independence
From the critics and their stones
I can find my revolution
I can learn to stand alone
[Chorus: x 3]
Motherfuckin dome off your goddamn shoulders
You motherfuckin critic-ass bitch motherfuckers
Catch you comin out your motherfuckin house
Bleed!
I put
in time
To take the place among the heroes in your mind
You're the only critic worth listening to
(Can't make it, until I try)
You've got to step
bitch?
I'm known for regulatin' this game, fuck a critic
'Cause when I'm spittin', I'ma split your shitit
When I aim, yo you try to get a name
But
guy
With stifled creative energy.
Articulate in his critique he's his own worst critic so sadly.
Shut up and sway your hips.
'What's your point?'
Why don't you speak your mind, do you find that it's hard to do.
Too many critics all around with not much to do but bring you down
Don't let them
visionary works,
a gallery of insane genetic crossbreeding,
a gallery underestimated by the great art critics.
Finding corpses is very easy,
when you
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