Beauty In the Chaos
These pawns wanna have me slaughtered
Drawn and quartered
I just say fuck it, ya'll can suck it like a porn performer
I'm a God amongst men, I'm not a normal mortal
So when you try to relate to me, it's just sorta awkward
I'm a spit until I'm bored with talkin
Then I'm a switch to just recording my yawns
Make money off my boredom
The type of fans that follow you and hype your trash
Are the type that go to Chinatown to cop designer bags
They don't care about realness, only appearances
Don't wanna pay full price for the true spirit of lyricists
I heard a sample of your shit, you can't be serious!
I just ignore you like indie rappers do sample clearances
Pandemic put me in a rare position
Came out a little twisted, sicker than a rare condition
Hot boy summer - so fuck your air condition
Voldemort - 'cause I'm the one name you're scared to mention
If you feelin' at ease, better stand at attention
I don't tweet, but I'll get at you like spammin' your mentions
Got the venue packed like the Javitz Convention
Center of gravity AND of attention
Designed as your highness and Majesty
Life is lined with tragedy
Writing rhymes to capture this life defined by agony
Self-promoter, I just adjusted my salary
You THINK you're sick, but I'm pretty sure that it's just allergiessss
Everywhere I look, I see clowns like Red Nose Day
I'm the new normal, while mortals do it the old way
This is your portal to "The Old Days"
Vermin comin' out the woodwork - give em the roach spray
What did Hov say?
"Don't argue with fools..." and that whole saying?
That's why I live my life how I live it with no explainin
I give it to you fools Nice and Smooth - with No Delayin'
A Hip-Hop Junkie addicted to vocalization
You do okay as local entertainment
But the almighty is global, I'm a whole new different flavor
I ain't gon hold you, I'm here to show you that you should save up
Get a nice little nest Egg - then give the game up
Came up in New York in the 90's, there's nothing grimier
What you saw outside would really test what was inside of ya
Hoppin' on the train was a gamble, but you would try your luck
'Cause the sites and sounds of the city is what inspired us
Drawn and quartered
I just say fuck it, ya'll can suck it like a porn performer
I'm a God amongst men, I'm not a normal mortal
So when you try to relate to me, it's just sorta awkward
I'm a spit until I'm bored with talkin
Then I'm a switch to just recording my yawns
Make money off my boredom
The type of fans that follow you and hype your trash
Are the type that go to Chinatown to cop designer bags
They don't care about realness, only appearances
Don't wanna pay full price for the true spirit of lyricists
I heard a sample of your shit, you can't be serious!
I just ignore you like indie rappers do sample clearances
Pandemic put me in a rare position
Came out a little twisted, sicker than a rare condition
Hot boy summer - so fuck your air condition
Voldemort - 'cause I'm the one name you're scared to mention
If you feelin' at ease, better stand at attention
I don't tweet, but I'll get at you like spammin' your mentions
Got the venue packed like the Javitz Convention
Center of gravity AND of attention
Designed as your highness and Majesty
Life is lined with tragedy
Writing rhymes to capture this life defined by agony
Self-promoter, I just adjusted my salary
You THINK you're sick, but I'm pretty sure that it's just allergiessss
Everywhere I look, I see clowns like Red Nose Day
I'm the new normal, while mortals do it the old way
This is your portal to "The Old Days"
Vermin comin' out the woodwork - give em the roach spray
What did Hov say?
"Don't argue with fools..." and that whole saying?
That's why I live my life how I live it with no explainin
I give it to you fools Nice and Smooth - with No Delayin'
A Hip-Hop Junkie addicted to vocalization
You do okay as local entertainment
But the almighty is global, I'm a whole new different flavor
I ain't gon hold you, I'm here to show you that you should save up
Get a nice little nest Egg - then give the game up
Came up in New York in the 90's, there's nothing grimier
What you saw outside would really test what was inside of ya
Hoppin' on the train was a gamble, but you would try your luck
'Cause the sites and sounds of the city is what inspired us
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Lynch
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