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No Sympathy(Legacy Remix)

  1. //[Verse 1]//
  2. I used to be the type of kid that always used to lose the fights I started
  3. Felt like I got sniped and off the battlefield was carted
  4. Had so many bruises and wounds that really smarted
  5. They said "you can't make it in your dreams" and I bought it
  6. Kept teasin me so bad and I thought that I lost it
  7. Felt like someone was holdin me up by my drawstring
  8. Sometimes in life I felt like I should be pausing
  9. I'm inside bloggin, and I couldn't help but keep bawlin
  10. On Facebook loggin, cause I wasn't good at drawin
  11. Other kids were gawking, and I couldn't help but tossin
  12. Up my calling, cause they were always bossin
  13. And at me they were scoffin, that's the line they were crossin
  14. So at the mouth I was frothin, almost buried in a coffin
  15. I wanted to make em stop talkin, I began runnin instead of walkin
  16. I felt the sky begin to darken, I asked God for a pardon
  17. I made up my own language, my own jargon, that ain't common
  18. I feel like a famous person who was forgotten, Ain't that rotten?
  19.  
  20. //[Hook]//
  21.  
  22. //[Verse 2]//
  23. I used to be the type of kid that was walkin around always guarded
  24. One time I went a week solid without speakin to anyone I nodded
  25. On and on I plodded, and also plotted as I tried to bide out my time alotted
  26. I was on the team but never started, sometimes I wish that I was spartan
  27. I felt like a kid who was adopted, Or a broken boy just hobbled
  28. To nobody I was regarded, I felt oh so unwanted
  29. Anger I just bottled, until out I had bottomed
  30. Everyone just marveled, my only friend seemed to be Marshall
  31. I kept diggin into a novel, dreamin I was with a model
  32. I was easy to startle, seemin so overly docile, who knew I was hostile?
  33. I couldn't wait to pop my nozzle, and make these fake losers gargle
  34. Maybe I'd rip their face against the marble, and give em the carpal
  35. But right now I feel awful, my mentality is here only partial
  36. Of it there's only left a parcel, the stage I feel in is like larval
  37. I tried to preach em the gospel, but they left me for dead like a fossil
  38. I can't turn beast mode on there's no toggle, my life is broken dreams or bottles
  39. But wait life dealt me a card ill, Now I feel like I can impose my will
  40. I don't have to steal but with rhymes I kill, at least until I get a deal
  41. I'll go Dr. Jeckyl, so Mr. Hyde hand me my drill now I'm behind the wheel
  42. Drivin the game round in circles at the paper mill, writin with my quill
  43. I'll burn you up worse than a grill, with my old tears I'll drown you hope you got gills
  44. Now your fate is sealed, to me you must yield, my words are my sword and shield
  45. To me everyone must have kneeled, one day my secrets will be revealed
  46.  
  47. //[Hook]//
  48.  
  49. //[Verse 3]//
  50. I used to be the type of kid that would always feel like I had lost it
  51. Now I think the fact that I'm crazy is awesome
  52. My mind is sharpened and I'm completely on fire like burnin carbon
  53. I'll make you postmortem with my lazer gun I am a martian
  54. I'm winnin by a larger margin I'm the Batman to all you Robins
  55. Caught the game on fire like arson, made you all ee like a dolphin
  56. You're exercisin caution before you come in contact with my toxin
  57. I'm drinkin the milk from this rap game by the carton, my impatience is startin
  58. So for the doors you're dartin, I'll slam it in your face and it'll be smartin
  59. And to my songs their heads are bobbin, and the other losers are sobbin
  60. I'm administerin the doctrine, I sneeze at defeat like I'm allergic to pollen
  61. I'm not like Hitler or Stalin but a dictator to this game still, I spit ill
  62. I get everything and you get nill, yeah I'm hustlin for a mill
  63. I'm climbin higher up the hill, thought I had lost until
  64. Well you know the deal, I ride around in an old Coupe de Ville
  65. Tryin to be chill, sittin on the windowsill, this takes all my skill
  66. Sometimes it's for fun or just the thrill, I'll go off and trill
  67. Make your cry so shrill, and this pinata I'll fill and beat
  68. it until I can take my seat on the throne so nice and neat
  69. Shoot haters down like skeet and they'll stay off my street
  70. Make em lose to my spurs like the heat, and make em feel like dead meat

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