[Vishiss Speaking]
Yo, a lot of people are gonna compare me,
to so and so, and say I just rap like who and who.
Well fuck you and you (fuck you and you).
Cuz Iâma do what I do. I can do whatever I want.
And fuck what you talkinâ about.
[Verse 1]
Why you gotta compare me? I just wanna put down my shit.
You donât tell Styles to quit rappinâ 'cause he sounds like Clipse.
I donât tell you how to be you, bitch, get out of my face.
You ainât tell Puff to quit rappinâ back when he sounded like Ma$e.
You ainât say shit about Ying Yang when they sounded like Juve.
You ainât say shit about No Limit when they found the same groove. (Uh)
I think you need to take a look at yourself,
before I limit what I do because of somebody else.
And just barely Iâm here for a year and nearly condemned.
They compare to Emâ here because itâs scary to them.
That there could possibly be another one that could fool with it.
At first I took it like a compliment I was cool with it.
But slowly it started to get on my nerves, past the point of return.
No more time for civilized words.
What you thought? No more white people were possibly tight?
You say I sound like Em? Well yeah, youâre probably right.
This is how I sound. This is real life and in spite
of you, do you fuckinâ idiots realize that Iâm white?
Guess I just sound like Iâm a white person, you might learn something,
If you listen to my sermon that Iâm serving.
(Hook)
*sung*
If I wanna sing RnB, why somebody gotta fuck with me?
I got a gift and I donât know why I should hide it.
I donât know-oh-oh-oh.
Ainât gonna put a limit on my abilities.
Because of this Iâve finally found release.
I do it all for the love of the music,
I love it, I swear that itâs not for the dough-oh-oh.
[Verse 2]
Look inside of yourself and you will see,
deep inside of the mind of you, is me.
I reside in a place that you hide away,
filled with things that you dyinâ to say.
Tryinâ to fake, Lord tell me why do I ache?
'cause Iâm in hell now, but Iâll be inside one day.
But until then, Iâma get what I can.
Itâs in Gods hands, and thatâs where I stand.
But still I gotta come and change up my style.
Gotta come and spit a little something
Spit another rap thatâs angry and vile.
Your ratings are down, Iâm crazy, hateful,
Shady, and violent, and maybe itâs 'cause you made me this way,
And look at you hating me now.
Maybe the sound of my voice makes your lady get down,
Maybe 'cause how all the ways that Iâm making you bounce,
âBut if it did, then Iâma never get,
all the money and the women and the girls and the cars?
I gotta be a star, I ainât even got a car let alone do I own a garage.â
So fuck you when you tell me to stop,
doing what it is that I do best, you know that itâs all that I got.
If I go back, dog, Iâll never make bail.
Iâm begging you, please donât make me end up dead or in jail.
'cause I ainât shit. Without rap I have got nothing.
I would not fuck with you dude I am not bluffinâ.
You take this from me I wonât try to be good.
Iâll fuckinâ kill you because you fuckinâ with my livelihood.
You canât hold me. No, you canât deny me.
This is mine, you want it, bitch, than come try me.
Look me in the eye, realize that Iâm a mad man.
Iâm warning you, show me respect, this is your last chance.
Willing to, DIE, for all that I believe in.
Call me psycho, 'cause sometimes, man, I feel it.
Wonât cop pleas as long as Iâm still breathing,
Oh God, how I hope that I see Jesus.
Or until that day I promised that Iâma stay strong,
Iâll hold my head up, it ainât gonna be long.
I just pray that with my time that I captured life,
and I donât burn in the inferno in the afterlife.
So feel these words that are piercing your soul.
Iâm gonna die with no fears when I go.
With no regrets, came my death, screaming FUCK THE WORLD!
If my last breath, has this test slightly come unfurled,
I seen the light, but itâs dark at the end.
Take heed to my words, donât make me start shit again.
Lifeâs a waiting game, and everything gonna die,
This music is my LIFE!
*speaking*
Iâm gonna die. We all gonna die. Who cares? What are you gonna do?
[Verse 3]
Iâma live life, and Iâma live it to the fullest.
Thereâs a place for lost souls and broke poets.
We both know itâs over but donât show it.
We reap, sow it, and order some more bullshit.
We need to change, need to rearrange, the
way we be seeing things, fuck grammyâs and VMAâs.
Iâm just me, donât give a fuck about requirements,
donât be mad at me, Iâm a product of my environment.
[Hook]