Mac Dre (Tadow Remix)

(album: Kaleidoscope - 2014)

I'm feeling weak and dreary
Dealing with the evil near me
Dealing with the people here
Who think they're real, but really they're delusional
As am I, I rap and I'm white
And the bay has not got behind an MC of my kind
An MC who talks like he's got the answers to life
I'm an arrogant fuck I guess
Blame my mind
Or blame my mother and father for fucking
I care not I'm nothing
And neither are you, honey, so your opinion is invalid to me
I've learned to listen not to those who speak a lot
'Cause dumb shit comes out they're mouth like
Their tongue don't teach them nothing
Which it doesn't, you can't learn while you speaking
So stop talking like the world wants all that stupidity leaking through your teeth
And over your tounge like a stream of dumb
And I keep believing them
I want to trust so bad, I eat lies like C-vitamins
Ahh, see vitamins
I'm sick, if you'll survive this
You've gotta eat your veggies and do your ecsericises
Let's begin with a lesson
Do you only listen to one genre?
If you do, you're a closed minded dumb fuck and should be shot
Another question
Do you aspire to violence?
If so, I'm gonna stab you five times to be ironic, and that's a promise
I'm a prophet, fuck you if you say I'm not that
I can be whatever the fuck I want, and I see that you are still watching
So get off me
So get off me
So get off me

I'm the most talented rapper the bay has even seen
After Mac Dre, he appeared to me in a dream
And said, why after my death the whole bay just tried to copy me
Tried to make money off my body while I was rotting
You got it, be you and do what you do that's what I did
And watch as everybody around you tries to copy it
You'll live forever Kai, I swear it
Then poof, in the air, he disappeared and wasn't there
Like some Jedi shit, damn
Then I woke up, and saw biggie smalls down at the foot of
My bed, and he said something like
"Legends aren't made, they're created
Play the game kid." Then he was gone like he came in
Fast like some magic up in ebeniezers attic
Then boom
Pac stepped in the room
And he said, "You're a poet, and I know this rap shit's annoying
Just remember hip-hop's a vehicle for the poem
If we didn't add the boom-bap track we'd be ignored
So embrace it
You're so hip-hop, kid
Face it, you know it
Then poof, he was gone, and I wrote this