Politically Incorrect #6 - One Up
Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 4:00 pm
My adrenaline has increased again - the capsule from my pen leaks a blue
stream of ink through the tube, then it truely speaks to you
like these political candidates won't do, I'm sick of the liberal shit
just because I hold some of their views, they put me in the middle of it
fuck you, live a little bit, become an independent mind
if I have to spend the time to defend a line one more time
I'm going to extend a nine, fuck your views, your offending mine
everytime these emcees pretend to rhyme, following a trend
how about I lend a spine, to these faggots, you aint no friend of mine
your the type to get your opinions straight from 'Russel Simmons'
what the fuck is that, plex was born with nothing but 'hussel in him'
like a young Jay Z, which means, born alone; die alone, on my own
I could make both the olson twins healthy with all the fiber in my bones
I don't even have the respect for you assholes to 'answer the rumors'
that's why I will die-ill like I got communicable 'cancerous tumors'
my fans can assume this, if you can't understand the music
don't follow the movement you look stupid trying to dance with the cool kids
I hit like the cronic, fit to do non-sense, cuz i spit with a conscience
true to myself; i don't fill up my shit with ebonics
I'm not a product of my enviroment, I'm the devilish intelligence
wired with an elegance that's admired by these irrelevant
emcees who sell-dumb music, and seldom use it, I'm selfish
I wouldn't sell my soul, all the shit I've dealt with these kids seldom know
I'm like elvis, that zealous, and all of you are jealous
stream of ink through the tube, then it truely speaks to you
like these political candidates won't do, I'm sick of the liberal shit
just because I hold some of their views, they put me in the middle of it
fuck you, live a little bit, become an independent mind
if I have to spend the time to defend a line one more time
I'm going to extend a nine, fuck your views, your offending mine
everytime these emcees pretend to rhyme, following a trend
how about I lend a spine, to these faggots, you aint no friend of mine
your the type to get your opinions straight from 'Russel Simmons'
what the fuck is that, plex was born with nothing but 'hussel in him'
like a young Jay Z, which means, born alone; die alone, on my own
I could make both the olson twins healthy with all the fiber in my bones
I don't even have the respect for you assholes to 'answer the rumors'
that's why I will die-ill like I got communicable 'cancerous tumors'
my fans can assume this, if you can't understand the music
don't follow the movement you look stupid trying to dance with the cool kids
I hit like the cronic, fit to do non-sense, cuz i spit with a conscience
true to myself; i don't fill up my shit with ebonics
I'm not a product of my enviroment, I'm the devilish intelligence
wired with an elegance that's admired by these irrelevant
emcees who sell-dumb music, and seldom use it, I'm selfish
I wouldn't sell my soul, all the shit I've dealt with these kids seldom know
I'm like elvis, that zealous, and all of you are jealous