LYRICS:
Veiling how I'm feeling at a standard that's bridal,
What else can I do when my candor is libel?
Slander my rivals, got cancerous pride,
I can't pander to idols as I plan my revival,
I'm a lonely fraud, who sees his soul as God,
No answers, just damsels and rancorous thoughts,
No shouting your announcements, I can hear you loud and clear,
A cavalier raconteur, whacking rappers into gear,
Stagger near the precipice, then double back,
I've been itching for trouble,
I'm down to scuffle get my knuckles cracked,
Another track, another day,
Tryna navigate this haze, as I'm lying prostrate,
Got Pulitzer prizes for pansies in prose,
Never get a medal for these fanciful flows
Doc labelled me as terminal, my path is straight vertical,
Ruthless with my music till they screaming "be merciful!"
