Moodbox - BaSe

I never understood my own dilemma

Make a record, break a record, just to make it better

But never really go, through with it I wanna know

Why is it I put my heart in this shit I put through the shredder

I’ll probably never even release this

But in the off chance I do I think I need to preach

I’m devotin' my life to Jesus

A man that’s so more dead than me

I need to be alive just to die for this man’s legacy

Outsider… I say but can’t remember why

I guess to rhyme with something best to sign this off as Alzheimers

And let’s decide that was an accident, and I just practice shit

But never actually get to release the half of it

I quit rap… just to be miserable since that

Tell yourself that everybody’s shit whack in order to get back

I’ve been writing shit for months it all fucking sounds like a diss track

So god damn pissed but still no idea what I’m pissed at

And yet I understand what I gotta go through

Kid just make a record that you show 'm with…

All the things you can and the things you go’n do

You could see the door if you would open it…

So if you put your hands up in the air

I’m a tell you that I’m here right now…

I said just put your hands up in the air

If you don’t wanna be scared for a while…

I am the last gimmick

Mister 'I'm too good to spit so never do'

Still hate on every rapper like it’s credible

And put my non-existent shit up on a pedestal

I’d better be better, the real MC shredder

The illest beat getter, most visionary seller

Pressure to keep pressure on this hip-hop shit

You makin' records but it’s just not hits

You need the press to feed you pleasure for you to get hard

And get thot bitches and you can get off

You know what all this shit cost, kids?

Used to be all about the plays on the radio (so)

So now it’s all about the hits and the streams

How many motherfuckers care to listen to me?

(plus)

What type of shit are we gonna sell additionally

Limited edition to be rich in a week?

(but hey)

Could be that I just wanna blame things…

Ask me again when I’m a product of the mainstream

Now I…

And yet I understand what I gotta go through

Kid just make a record that you show 'm with…

All the things you can and the things you go’n do

You could see the door if you would open it…

So if you put your hands up in the air

I’m a tell you that I’m here right now…

I said just put your hands up in the air

If you don’t wanna be scared for a while…