Genuine

Been working to hard to stay genuine anyone

Realize what not I'm spitting on, treason of self

And I'm running a marathon, whereupon I collapse

Fall of the Pentagon, nothing to write

Have not an epitaph, end of my life

Surrender on my behalf, war is not won in time that we have

Rather it's the lost in the time that we don't

Deep in our minds when the truth is exposed

Caused by negligence, misdiagnosed

Found that the truth is not something I know

Simply not one with a functional brain

Really not one with potential for fame

Nearly the one with credentials to change

But you can't catch me I'm not on the stage

No you can't catch me I'm not on the stage

 

Been working too hard to keep up with my shit,

Pen to the pad, but the piggys not pit

Because piggy be pickin the hell out of it

Because piggy be pickin the hell out of it

Been working too hard to keep up with my shit

Pen to the pad, but the piggys not pit

Because piggy she pissin then smellin of shit

Because piggy she pissin then smellin of shit

 

Been working too hard to stay genuine everyone

Realize that cost I'm living on, free from this hell

And I'm bringing my lexicon, thereupon I relax

Wall of the Octagon, hunting the fight

Flash not a photograph, bendin my rhyme

Remember what I demand, more on, spot fun!

Mind not the trance in the line of the cross in the climb to be dope!

Glossed by the messages, superimposed

Round up the youth and plot hunting the old

Clearly not done with the cynical pain

Really not done with attention for shame

Nearly the one with inventions that range

But you can't match us we're not on your page

No you can't match us we're not on your page

 

Been working too hard to keep up with my shit,

Pen to the pad, but the piggy's not pit

Because piggy be pickin the hell out of it

Because piggy be pickin the hell out of it

Been working too hard to keep up with my shit

Pen to the pad, but the piggys not pit

Because piggy she pissin then smellin of shit

Because piggy she pissin then smellin of shit

 

Been working to hard to stay genuine, requiem

Realize I'm struck by oblivion, legions of Krell

And I'm singing my pantheon, call upon I relapse

All of the molotov, haunting the light

Crash on the polygraph, mendin my lies

Dismember but I remand swore on cocked gun

Grind for the chance in this life or the loss in my prime to see hope!