My Charter Oath

Yo
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
This ladder of music that I climbed, I took the machete
The game isn't ready
I'm a villain, killin' when I'm barrin'
And I wanna see the back of your jeans in the seats (my box Chevy)
But I've got no Chevy
I'll get only claims from four rappers
Of course, if they haven't signed away that paper
With written letters to one of that CMO conglomerates
I bet they made this
Of course, if
At least one of the picky distributors doesn't take it naive
And dares to submit to stores to make it live
With a chance in to make dope thing, raise rates, a dork wins?
I chose call, the dealer is puzzled to whom am I phoning
With four queens I'm picking fold
Just not to feel myself a thief carrying away a bag with all in
Come on, I'm not greedy
Take all the lines, pick one, memorize and repeat it
Your talent is a fiction
I let it flee to your mind
Cause I prefer to pass the shit phrase, not to cling to it
There is my chevy
Intangible but much more expensive than that hunk of metal
Rhythm is my pedals, illegible
Don't let'em complain I aim to be eligible for fans of true metal
What do we want is that what we are getting
Success may be distant but steady
But gentlemen and ladies are rolling their eyes, it's quite raving
But not all of us were born with a golden spoon, my joy – candies
I was buying using coins
I used to get picking dropped trolleys back at Aldi
A lot like in a movie with Hanks I saw five times in a row
Mom, I'm sorry, but this trailer's got to go!

Shit, shit, shit, shit
I know it's quite embarrassing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
These bad words denounce me
Shit, shit, shit
That's the only way they're gonna sing it
Shit, shit, shit
Yeah, I taunt you pronouncing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I know it's quite embarrassing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
These bad words denounce me
Shit, shit, shit
That's the only way they're gonna sing it
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I hope I wouldn't ever see it!

You know it's gonna be challenge
The marriage to rhymes brings you to damn edge
You trying to find the best match
By cheating on the girl you gave marriage pledge to
But it's the music you are bound forever with
Like Joker and Heath Ledger
What the stage this is?
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression?
Come on, it was on a psychology lecture
Spy origin let your man cheat on an exam session
A low-risk venture?
Need an accomplice?
It's gonna be danger?
I am in
Shed all sorts of up-drug I am the sixth ranger
Fighting evil using no power and dinozords
(What?)
My tools are these words and the stage
At which I am accepting myself and all around
These rods you have fetched
Fence them 'round mezzanine
Coax those noblemen not to throw cigarette stumps at me!
A spate of misreading, taunts and hate
I am choosing my fate, it will be shared by mates
But here is the heart of the matter
Let me have a dozen of trustworthy men
Than a billion of pipsqueaks
Attending my concerts just to hang out with underage freaks
Get bloody drunk or high and molest to chicks!
Someone is leading in the rap game, shooting out the records
Another despises, stating he's outta it, calling everyone fagots
The half of my species is about to blame karma, bad luck, three dots
Shifting between styles of rap, they divide soul into several parts
Would you mind
If I insert this flash-drive to matrix with a malware on it?
I'm deleting this shit game to re-create the essence of art!

Shit, shit, shit, shit
I know it's quite embarrassing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
These bad words denounce me
Shit, shit, shit
That's the only way they're gonna sing it
Shit, shit, shit
Yeah, I taunt you pronouncing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I know it's quite embarrassing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
These bad words denounce me
Shit, shit, shit
That's the only way they're gonna sing it
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I hope I wouldn't ever see it!

I am at the cemetery
Portraits and sculptures are staring at me
Oh, hi! You are waving at me
It's still with you - the ring of Mary
I've had great expectations to meet you too
It cannot be true, he's also here, indifferent look
I wish it was me who was on the road to fishing
You cannot be dead, you fooled us, we are on the hook
Cause whenever I mention your name 'alive' is only unleashed
In this cold and dreary crypt
I'll help you to lift your burden of the greatest wordsmith
For them you are a sottish geek
Let me remind them, in whose honor the award was created
Damn, I've almost fallen in this empty grave
What is the name on this marble headstone?
Though suicide is the main plot of his last masterpiece
I won't let him die, I haven't bought yet one of those bricks!
Something is grabbing my wrist
It's a white thin rabbit
It's pushing me outta graves and insists
To walk into streets of this city
It's five years already it leads me to fucking Valhalla I miss
My almost friends and well-known acquaintances
Driving 1967 Impala I leased from Sam the moment
His brother had gone to hell again, still missed
Maybe it's my pal or maybe this mist
Is the border between this town and rabbit hole
It's trying to whisk me off
There are a lot of songs I have yet to write
And people to be in my band
Get me outta here, hey, please!

Calm down!
Look, this moth is so bright
Along with everything else in the steep Wonderland
Welcome, my dear, and cheers!

Shit, shit, shit, shit
I know it's quite embarrassing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
These bad words denounce me
Shit, shit, shit
That's the only way they're gonna sing it
Shit, shit, shit
Yeah, I taunt you pronouncing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I know it's quite embarrassing
Shit, shit, shit, shit
These bad words denounce me
Shit, shit, shit
That's the only way they're gonna sing it
Shit, shit, shit, shit
I hope I wouldn't ever see it!