I got so much anger inside of me...
I got so much anger inside of me...
I'm dazed and confused of the haze and the booze
Klonopins, totem poles - I stay wasted of ludes
Smoke a bowl, pop some pills, gets crazy on shrooms
till I overdose from all the dope or get placed with the loons
I need to stop and chill, can't forever lay stoned on the couch
My pops knocked my grill and wants me thrown out the house
What you know about- fighting an addiction?
What the fuck... do you know about the life that I am livin?
What you know about chasin them drugs, dealin with
these snakes in the burbs, these jakes and these thugs?
Oh yeah, I've got a job but it's only a matter of time..
till I get my ass fired and I'm back on my grind
I've been hustlin, I've been strugglin on them gritty streets
I've made more moves than Micheal Jackson in "Billy Jean"
You don't understand; I've got demons in my head...
ready to get released on any cretin breathing in my neck:
Huuh...
I got so much anger inside of me...
Nah I ain't mad atcha, but I might aswell take my anger out
on you faggot clown when I got more bars than Attica (right?)
Fuck punchlines and metaphors, I'ma just spit the truth
- I'ma do like Common and expose "The Bitch in You"!
like he did with Cube.. but don't get it missconfused -
I ain't the average Joe, I from the parts where the pistols shoots
I ain't got shit to loose, why would you go and do sumthin stupid like
say my name? Meet me face to face and shit is through!
The first round? I didn't even went in, I was just warming up
This ain't a Kam Fam collabo - I dedicate all of these bars to son..
Even though my partners in crime could rip you apart with a line
and make you wish to God you never started to rhyme!
And you talk about time? (6 months? c'mon)
If you haven't noticed there's a world outside of the net
So if I'm not writing a text;
it's because I'm not constantly online on the web!
Plus my computer broke down - I've got a virus
but ebody already know I'm sick like I got the flu from the swines
I hate when newbies decides choosin to write
thinkin they seein me like Russel Crow in "A Beautiful Mind"
How does it feel getting sonned by a dope addict?
How does it feel getting served in your own language?
I started writing on American forums when I was thirteen years old
Elevated, crafted my style and murked every herb on the boards
Then I layed the ground in Lyricism with the drug-rap
Haven't you noticed, everybody spit bout smokin them bluntwraps?
I still fuck with the golden area, still listen to them classics
I don't know why I battle anyone who don't know who "Cool" G Rap is
I got so much anger inside of me..
Fuck punchlines and methaphors, I always spit the truth
You only write battleraps cause you scared peeps see the bitch in you
I've got 99 problems but you ain't one...
There's a reason why people call me Dust.. people is FEINDIN for my shit
Write how many raps you won't son, you're DONE!
I'M done motherfucker.. I'ma leave you to the rest of these cats
They'll be like the vultures eating from the corpse I left behind..
I'm GHOST!