Hellion
03-15-2007, 03:25 AM
This is just the first verse an da hook, I'll post da rest when I'm done with it
Verse 1
I quit my job, cuz I was sick of waiting on a raise,
A minimum wage, in this day an age, thats got me enraged,
But I majored my way through diss bullshit game,
An became more than justa gimick an a name,
That you can mimick for fame,
I became da heart of a hard working artist,
An carved this image on a carcus,
That grew to a person, that was soon working da circut,
Looking like a circus, an still worthless to the world,
A girl, juss swirling in da middle, about to hurl,
An I live in a morge, thats why I'm more morbid then ever before,
But I still can get my mind straight from all of this gore,
See my mind is the morge, the words are the gore,
An I'm more morbid cuz my minds twiztid from the core,
An I can't change, I'm deranged, what can I say?,
God made me this way, an the devils swayed me to say the things that I say,
An I may be crazed, an I may be insane,
But I'm human, an that fact still remains,
Cuz I've gone through some things, an my ways may of changed,
But I've gained, and changed my aim, an my name,
But still ain't seeing no fame,
It's the same old day over an over again, (read again as if it rhymed wit pain)
An this pen only works to a certain extent,
Cuz I try to vent but I'm twiztid an bent,
Thats why my whole verse sounds like non-sense,
On a clean-x, wit no content,
The false profet, uncaged, an released on a mosh pit,
Cuz I'm contantly fighting wit the context,
An this conflict wit everthing that wrong wit, da world today,
Ain't gon change, less we change our ways,
An a change ain't easily done, but it's easy to say,
Thats why I'm constantly changing, never staying the same!
Chorus
This is me, music is my energy,
My entity, yet my enemy,
This is me, the heart of an mc,
This is my world, my identity,
This is me, this is everthing I never,
And ever ment to be!
X2
Verse 1
I quit my job, cuz I was sick of waiting on a raise,
A minimum wage, in this day an age, thats got me enraged,
But I majored my way through diss bullshit game,
An became more than justa gimick an a name,
That you can mimick for fame,
I became da heart of a hard working artist,
An carved this image on a carcus,
That grew to a person, that was soon working da circut,
Looking like a circus, an still worthless to the world,
A girl, juss swirling in da middle, about to hurl,
An I live in a morge, thats why I'm more morbid then ever before,
But I still can get my mind straight from all of this gore,
See my mind is the morge, the words are the gore,
An I'm more morbid cuz my minds twiztid from the core,
An I can't change, I'm deranged, what can I say?,
God made me this way, an the devils swayed me to say the things that I say,
An I may be crazed, an I may be insane,
But I'm human, an that fact still remains,
Cuz I've gone through some things, an my ways may of changed,
But I've gained, and changed my aim, an my name,
But still ain't seeing no fame,
It's the same old day over an over again, (read again as if it rhymed wit pain)
An this pen only works to a certain extent,
Cuz I try to vent but I'm twiztid an bent,
Thats why my whole verse sounds like non-sense,
On a clean-x, wit no content,
The false profet, uncaged, an released on a mosh pit,
Cuz I'm contantly fighting wit the context,
An this conflict wit everthing that wrong wit, da world today,
Ain't gon change, less we change our ways,
An a change ain't easily done, but it's easy to say,
Thats why I'm constantly changing, never staying the same!
Chorus
This is me, music is my energy,
My entity, yet my enemy,
This is me, the heart of an mc,
This is my world, my identity,
This is me, this is everthing I never,
And ever ment to be!
X2