Lyracs Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I remember leaving P.S. 125

Everybody thought that i was one funny guy

But deep inside i couldn't hide the truth

I was ruthless, if i could rap, i'd find a booth

But no, i was a punk rocker, off my dumb rocker

So i had to be smart, it wasn't fun not to, be

See during class i'd just spazz, answer mad questions

But when it came time for lunch i just

Got punked, knocked the fuck out

Like DEBO, no EGO so BELOW

Standards, damn son how could it be

Seems like my own mother wasn't proud of me B

Obviously, somebody had my back

Cause once i focused on the music

I flashed right back to my past life

I was a king, or a God

And you need to be shot if you think that I'm not

So...

[Chorus]

If you can't tell me what you can't tell me

Then you can't tell me nothin'

So you may as well be in a wishin' well see

Cause i won't change for *NOTHIN*

So watchu wanna talk about?

Wanna have a talk, and bow?

Cause you know I'm talkin' bout

And I'm

Everywhere yup Everywhere Everywhere yup(x2)

[Verse 2]

I was God's old son, i was married to Kate

In school carried weight, cause i carried the weight.

Wait

Could the real reason this fellas laughed at me

Was cause they got fucked up telepathically

Tell the faculty, I held a staff meeting

End of the week, tell them to go to hell and back

With me, actually it wasn't control

I was FUCKIN' controlled, mind stuck in my soul

Fuckin' sucks, yeah i know, but such is my goal

Let 'em know that i know what was to be told

But fuck it' it's over, i just wanna hold Simone Porter

I hope Simone knows i hold a cold shoulder

To hoes' just for her

She better stay, she's gonna stay, till' she levitates

You know what she told me?

"You ain't gotta cry, get well"

I told her "this feels good, but only time can tell"

And she responded...

[Verse 3]

I went from, fuckin' hoes in MT.Morris park

To talkin' business with my lawyer in a foreign car

He lookin' in my eyes "You're important Charles

So why I keep rappin this morbid bars?"

The skeletons around me, found me, ground me

When i get too high they all surround me, and clown me

Fuck you and your wonderful livin'

"BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL ONE OF THE LIVIN"

That's why i, think of suicide every five minutes

I can't afford rehab, betty died in it

So when you think I'm gas, like Getty I'm drivin'

To make sushi from all the spaghetti I'm given'

Chef Boyardee, E In Me... VOLIST

Why test me?

The-The mothafuckin' genius is back

Bringin' the facts and rumors

Like Jesus is Black, i just BLACKED