"When I say that I put a white mask on it's like I put on an image, right? I can say whatever I want, I - I - I, you can't say anything. It's on track, I'm on stage, it's not me! White mask on, right?"
Typicul: Holster empty, got my weapon drawn
I'm aiming at you; got power equvilant to Megalodon
Yes, I'm on something, but it's far from the methadon
It's easy for me to say that I've never felt so strong
My fears I haven't even met them all
Take a chill pill, I feel like the real deal
The rest are clones
Why do we love when we know that we're gonna get hurt in the end?
Still somebody's lucky, but then it's becoming a motherfucking burden for them
And damn, I guess I'm really not the best to teach
Who the hell got a fucking recipe?
It better be someone being next to me
My weaponry is gonna be the death of me
Emjay: Emjay on the track
Everybody's like "Oh my god, he's back"
I can tell you that I feel like it's a trap
That I type on the Mac
Can't type for shit
The numbers, Jack!
Told me that I couldn't be legit
Deal with it or else you can't be the shit
I'm feeling sick, matter if I steal a bit?
Can't stand me? Better get a seat to sit
Everybody says I'm losing my control
I lose it all, never choose to fall
I pass the ball
Hit your head with a casserole
We're all gonna die some day after all
The soon the better, screw it, whatever
I fuck Mother Nature now I'm choosing the weather
Shooting with metal, cruising the pedal
My brain is a place where stupid will settle
Typicul: Shit, what got us active?
Or more important: how long we'll last?
We just started up and now we're back to practice
Fall from the top like we travel backwards
Pulling out tools like Inpector Gadget
With Kevins hatchet; expect a havoc
Have everybody here doing massive backflips
Twist your neck like a damn gymnastic
Crash a planet like a NASA flagship
Act harrasive, have your ass kicked
We respond on how you ask it
We spit on motherfuckers nasty habit
(Noooow) Back on track
Not to fool with; pool with acid
Hit your cranium with a titanium ratchet
That or the back of a SPAS grip
Emjay: That's with me in the place to be
Rap so loud I can barely see
Your rap level is like two or three
Smoke so thick I can barely breath
Seems like I've been long gone with the trace on
Get your book of face on, I can replace one
Case done, now you call me a dick?
Say that you own me and tell me sit?
(*Sneeze*) I'm allergic to bullshit
If you really think that you're the best, well, prove it
Won't let you take a break and rest cuz you're new, kid
Coming up to me and say I suck? That's foolish
I don't know, is it a sin to be?
But I look at myself as a centerpiece
I'm bearing arms like a centipede
I'm your enemy on the melody
Typicul: She said I'm beautiful
How can she tell?
When I'm wearing a mask; I'm outta myself
With a suit and tie I'm super disguise
I'm choosing a side like I might as well, right?
They're telling me to calm down
Haven't slept in a week, see all sounds
Try to hold 'em down for the comfound
Not all around on the compound
Not lost found, he wreck the song
He's up in a face like he step to Kony
My testimony's I'm less than phoney
And I'll merrily carry a weapon on me
Nothing goes just like I planned it
If it goes like this, how will I manage?
How could I jump off the plane and completly miss the planet? God...
Emjay: ... damn it, I'm not what I hoped to be
No, not even close, no hope for me
I'm up in space, the world's expanding
As I fall on Earth and I stuck the landing
Cut the bragging, your lust for sagging
You don't even know what the fuck is happening
Cut the crap, it's us that's rapping
Musical mutany; rush the captain
The stain of Wayne will pave the way for 80 days for pain in brain, ain't it great?
Stay in lane, the train will never brake
I take the hate and lay the spray; renegade
Make a rap cuz you hate an old friend
What should I do? Shake 'em or bend?
You say the truth, but fake it on pen
Fuck the rapping, let's make it all end.
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