Xpression.v2

Without An Anthem (1/28/2008)

It’s not very often I succumb to the rage, kids
I tend to be mature when I come to these pages
But it’s so outrageous, this feeling is contagious
I need to do this right, fuck maturity and patience
You’re words are fucking weightless, they only seek attention
Little kids without a skill and not much of disgression
Saying stupid things that they simply shouldn’t say
Because you never know when this skill will come your way
And my words will fill your grave, oh it’s so insane
I’m flying in my skill and you’re a grade below “okay”
You pray to know the fame, but listen Jon and Mike
You’re memory will fade without a song or fight
And in spite of wrong or right, I will come and steal your light
You may have a shitty beat, but, man, my flow is tight
Just like the holes at night, when Jon’s spooning next to Mike
You little flaming faggots, put down the hopeless mic
You down to know this, Mike? Oh wait, I hear it’s Magnum
Another white rapper without a clue or anthem
Throwing fucking tantrums, cause no one cares to notice
Or listen to the flow of a man without a scrotum
But Jon is on his totem pole, licking off the roaches
It’s such a touchy topic, but someone should approach this
You guys are seen together and we think we got the point now
But if Johnny is the girl, does that make Mike the boy now?
Are you feeling so annoyed now? Can I laugh and point now?
Beaten by my flow and, well, your’s looks like a toy now
Go run away like boys, now, and think before you speak again
And hypothesize the outcome of getting smacked and beat again

Notes: No one gets to attention whore at the expense of someone I care about.

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