The Monologue - EMC

Hate everything about you, your life don’t apply to me

Your family, religion, your birth

Don’t be surprised if I attack you violently

And it’s on, a variety, your video’s viraly

Never pass words like passwords require me

Turn your

If you apply to me, it should be a hundred grand

To Western Union or MoneyGram, that you wired me

Hated me quietly, invaded your privacy

Like reading it lout loud, every sentence in your diary

Play tennis, then I’m watchin' «Menace II Society»

From an image, you don’t take a minute to admire me

Snap back, shit is shoelaces that attire me

Despite despisin' me, the irony are even when you diss me

You still need words for describin' me

Backstage, more shows, green room, wardrobe

Soundcheck, no, packed house, more fans

Bright lights, no time, countdown, showtime

One more for the catalogue.

Hey, this be the monologue!

Listen, you pathetic man!

The niggas think you real

But you fake just like a prosthetic hand

Man, said you was gon' drop

Said, you was gon' pop just like a synthetic string

Damn, still waitin' on your debut

Went through that little money that they gave you

Uh, now you sittin' home, thumbtappin'

Ask, he know you’ve done rappin'

Oh, so that’s why you for

Cause you can’t get a show, can’t get a tour

Now you’re lyin' in a rage

And you try to engage in a Facebook/Twitter war

Thus you ain’t get the memo

Washed up weedheads shouldn’t make demos

Get a job, get another job, get fired

Your carreer is like your passwort, expired!

Yo!

Back in the days, was on the phone with Ace

Hes said, Strick, you’re a star!

You belong in space!

From that point, I been on a case.

Now I’m hot

That’s why I walked in a spot just like I own the place!

microphone, you hand me

I’m over-confident and cocky, cause I can be

I got alotta fans I gotta please

From Wisconsin, so I drink alotta beer and got alotta cheese

And tell Puff, I’m a bad boy, but I never sign

He probably do me like Black Rob and I’ll never shine

Get it?

Black-Rob-shine?

Fuck it, nevermind!

That’s what I get for tryin' to hit you with a clever line

Cause most niggas want it dumbed down

And when they finally get the shit that I spit, they be lookin'

Should get scared when I come around (yup)

I don’t battle.

If I did, dudes will be dead after one round