On The Other End
Put me on public display and showcase,
so theres an equal opportunity for everyone to hate me,
I know you think its a lie and its a scam,
fuck the music fuck the time and fuck who i am
from where I stand we digest shit like flies on trash cans
overseers of the equal vibe when in pentagrams
time to open your mind up possed by the rhyme is eventually how they wind up
damaged innocence isnt a friend
so its hard to overlook and pretend where it all started
half hearted and semi skilled still today unfuckwit able and unreal
unbear able and un heard un mentioned
and disrespected on more levels then just words
subtract us and rob us of our confidence
but obsticles and booby traps are hateration nonsense
now on the other end of this microphone is the problems whos mind is far gone insane
and on the other side of the speakers blown is a nation that dont give a fuck
you think we dont care
now on the other end of the raps we spit, you can see that we dont give a shit
i think you dont care,
and on the other side of the music we play i question if you still relate can you can you relate
Now I been both parted and spit on, laughed at and hit on,
you never had a clue that you were fuckin with a time bomb,
now people see me on the streets and wanna talk,
but when I lived right down the block it was never worth the walk,
and I ain't gotta talk all I had to do was sit and listen,
home in the dark while you hope that I diminish,
when I'm finished the judge will give me 20 years flat,
cuz I ran up in the studio and murdered the track,
you got me pissed off and angry,
you thought this could change me,
you gotta come better than that see your pit bulls dead,
and we're the only dogs left instead to rightfully guide the mislead
it's been 10 long years,
and all my blood sweat and tears is why I'm standin right here,
willin to die for mine,
plotted by the shadows and crooks,
another day, another page in the book,
are you ready, this is for who we are we ain't have no more than right here,
are you ready, do you relate to the paint and what we sayin in the music you claim to hear.
(repeats til end)