I Don't Need

Look, I would rather be hated for who I am
Than be loved for who I am not
Come on, bring on metaphor after metaphor

Don't blow your own trumpet, be a humble roadie, don't worry
Take a break, let me tell you why they call me "Bluehomie," ballad and rap, you got it
But wrote me the L double O-P, I know, that you play with guitar here, oh
Double D harp, you get what you pay for, phony quality worth
A hundred and fifty for your payroll, and yet I'm not angry, you're feeble
Turn down the mic before I gobble and dribble, now we could do without any agro
And I don't really need any ammo, whenever, I hit the ground running
With every elevator, in the lobby of failure, keep trying to grab me and drag me
To the turf, now unalert, feeling nothing like I took a bit of a beating but in
A loop of doom and gloom, I open my rapping vault, due to the fact that I'm back
I have rereturned, to re-retell, the tail of my predicament
In the marathon, and whatever you think you did to me, you will admit you were wrong

I don't need Hollywood approval, I don't need a video on VEVO
A reply to my every email, to be quite quick on top of the rhythm
I don't need to be on your Viva, I don't need to be another diva
To be able to keep people in bed, all due to the Bluehomie fever
I don't need Hollywood approval, I don't need a video on VEVO
A reply to my every email, to be quite quick on top of the rhythm
I don't need to be on your Viva, I don't need to be another diva
To be able to keep people in bed, all due to the Bluehomie fever

Do you think the world might be revolving around you
Do you think that you are unique and particular, believe me you're not that
Let me tell you a thing, let me tell you a thing that you never thought you would hear coming from me
Let me give you another rapid fire rap to the point, where my boiling blood will be going
To the very top of my head, oh boy, I've really gone and done it now
Another home truth coming out, I want to be more, more than an afterthought, more like a bomb
Blowing your mind to the top of the pop, from the bottom of hip-hop, the underground
With my every leap and any bound, carrying my will power, with a wheel barrow
Rather than ever be trapped in a lift, pondering and wondering, will I get on TV
Will I be on the radio, will they gun down every card I have, leaving me in a pit
Till I need a hard pill for every one pain that I feel, feeling weak, even if I am
A tough, reliable, hard-working worker, a viable, buyable product

I don't need Hollywood approval, I don't need a video on VEVO
A reply to my every email, to be quite quick on top of the rhythm
I don't need to be on your Viva, I don't need to be another diva
To be able to keep people in bed, all due to the Bluehomie fever
I don't need Hollywood approval, I don't need a video on VEVO
A reply to my every email, to be quite quick on top of the rhythm
I don't need to be on your Viva, I don't need to be another diva
To be able to keep people in bed, all due to the Bluehomie fever

Another undercover daredevil
Hip popping up in your bedroom
Until you want to drop to my level
And then be a rebel, like me

At the front door of a label, with your MP3
You can try to book me, but I am a referee
Hey, don't you ever blame me, blame my alter rapping ego, find me an alibi
I'm about to go all illegal and eager, at breaking and enter
I mean b-boy, entertain you with laughter, I contain all the banter
Till we live happily ever after, yet I dug my very own grave
Kept digging a hole, I did, I did write a rap with no plot
Like Big Brother teaming up with Family Guy, but without a hint of the F word

I don't need Hollywood approval, I don't need a video on VEVO
A reply to my every email, to be quite quick on top of the rhythm
I don't need to be on your Viva, I don't need to be another diva
To be able to keep people in bed, all due to the Bluehomie fever
I don't need Hollywood approval, I don't need a video on VEVO
A reply to my every email, to be quite quick on top of the rhythm
I don't need to be on your Viva, I don't need to be another diva
To be able to keep people in bed, all due to the Bluehomie fever