I Apologize
(专辑: Sick Of Waiting Tables - 2001)
No one else make notes to know thyself. those who loathe?...love them, those who love?...show them what it is to loathe, if they don't show you love still...fuck em. everyone's potential enemy who loves to diss. virtual acquaintances only exist on a
buddy list. I'll hug and kiss myself to sleep while needing something else to eat, while needing someone else to feed but eggshells are stuck in my feet. I'm sick of beating around the
bush while needing to push past creative limits, And I
don't have anything else left to say to the
critics. is it just because we're different y'all can't stand it? or that I
backstroke against the
current and the
culprit is aerodynamic? heros might panic though I
clown around to be the
silliest... man alive, well I'm dead serious. take me for a
jokester and you'll only miss the
punchline. every friend of mine has dissed me at least one time. I've come to find life is consistently unkind. I've kissed the
sunshine. sip it sometime until your lips become blind. now i've lost it, or am i
losing it, or did i
never have it? aspirin addicts are avid advocates of happiness in tablets. they're adamant about their acid trip. i
want a
bite of the
apple Adam bit. Catholics don't know the
half of it. immaculate magic tricks. experimenting with alliteration and assonance, but speaking too many cold words chapped my lips. there's an asterisk up on my left arm, but my foot notes are out of tune from my music always getting stepped on. should've kept calm when i
was granted the
chance, but that's my song getting me amped, so god dammit let's dance. dammit, bring this stuff to fisticuffs if that's the
only thing that'll help someone like you feel good about yourself and the
things your dealt. i'll win the
belt but if you need to keep your pants on... here another battle for you to talk about in your damn song. here another battle for you to talk about, wow, look at that... another...battle...rap you won't have to duck, i'll just talk over your head, knowing your dead career has one year left til everyone else knows what i
said. they're laughing at you but you don't know it yet .
i'd say it to your face but i
don't want to waste the
moment. Let... everyone first understand the
open threats that poets get who's wet behind the
ears? who broke a
sweat? jiggy man sip your moet thuggy dun hold your tek netcee go on the
net and keystyle 'bout how we gets no respect.