Mixed Signals
Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 4:06 am
My style changes with the season and tide/
These demons inside give you a new reason to hide/
Treason and pride, but there's still a sense of achievement/
Like bees to a hive, haters swarm with endless bereavement/
But they should question their reasons before they step to a genius/
Cuz it'll be over faster than sex with a sensitive penis/
Nothin less than prestigous, its like I'm breathin in fire/
I'm blessed with this heat but no need to preach to the choir/
Many seem to admire, but it can lead to disaster/
I'm the bastard that sticks out like spilled bleach on a black shirt/
Believe I'm the master, yer just a slave to the words/
To say I created a verse that isn't great is absurd/
Its fabricated or worse, in fact its a lie/
Its crap in my eyes and its attractin the flies/
So much passion resides but you'd be none the wiser/
Returned and brung the fire, just don't repeat this in front of minors/
Been a while...
These demons inside give you a new reason to hide/
Treason and pride, but there's still a sense of achievement/
Like bees to a hive, haters swarm with endless bereavement/
But they should question their reasons before they step to a genius/
Cuz it'll be over faster than sex with a sensitive penis/
Nothin less than prestigous, its like I'm breathin in fire/
I'm blessed with this heat but no need to preach to the choir/
Many seem to admire, but it can lead to disaster/
I'm the bastard that sticks out like spilled bleach on a black shirt/
Believe I'm the master, yer just a slave to the words/
To say I created a verse that isn't great is absurd/
Its fabricated or worse, in fact its a lie/
Its crap in my eyes and its attractin the flies/
So much passion resides but you'd be none the wiser/
Returned and brung the fire, just don't repeat this in front of minors/
Been a while...