EMC - The Monologue download mp3

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Hate everything about you, your life don’t apply to me Your family, religion, your birth
Don’t be surprised if I attack you violently
And it’s on, a variety, your video’s viraly
Never pass words like passwords require me Turn your
If you apply to me, it should be a hundred grand
To Western Union or MoneyGram, that you wired me Hated me quietly, invaded your privacy
Like reading it lout loud, every sentence in your diary
Play tennis, then I’m watchin' «Menace II Society»
From an image, you don’t take a minute to admire me Snap back, shit is shoelaces that attire me Despite despisin' me, the irony are even when you diss me You still need words for describin' me Backstage, more shows, green room, wardrobe
Soundcheck, no, packed house, more fans
Bright lights, no time, countdown, showtime
One more for the catalogue. Hey, this be the monologue!
Listen, you pathetic man! The niggas think you real
But you fake just like a prosthetic hand
Man, said you was gon' drop
Said, you was gon' pop just like a synthetic string
Damn, still waitin' on your debut
Went through that little money that they gave you
Uh, now you sittin' home, thumbtappin'
Ask, he know you’ve done rappin'
Oh, so that’s why you for
Cause you can’t get a show, can’t get a tour
Now you’re lyin' in a rage
And you try to engage in a Facebook/Twitter war
Thus you ain’t get the memo
Washed up weedheads shouldn’t make demos
Get a job, get another job, get fired
Your carreer is like your passwort, expired!
Yo! Back in the days, was on the phone with Ace
Hes said, Strick, you’re a star! You belong in space!
From that point, I been on a case. Now I’m hot
That’s why I walked in a spot just like I own the place!
microphone, you hand me
I’m over-confident and cocky, cause I can be I got alotta fans I gotta please
From Wisconsin, so I drink alotta beer and got alotta cheese
And tell Puff, I’m a bad boy, but I never sign
He probably do me like Black Rob and I’ll never shine
Get it? Black-Rob-shine? Fuck it, nevermind!
That’s what I get for tryin' to hit you with a clever line
Cause most niggas want it dumbed down
And when they finally get the shit that I spit, they be lookin'
Should get scared when I come around (yup)
I don’t battle. If I did, dudes will be dead after one round