If Things Came To Pass
Like Unattained Knowlege
In An Endless Elaspe
Of Time, Mind, Body And Space
Id Fucking Make My Own Self Evaporate
And Rise From The Grave
Id Make Everyone That Was Famous
Want To Be Me
Make Them Do Crazy Shit Just To Get On Tv
No One Could Raise My Celeb Status
Id Be One Of Greats
Motherfuckers Would Familarize My Face
And Make No Mistake
Im A Goodfella
From Casinos To A Dog Day Afternoon
I Show No Remorce In Any Battle
No Condition Is Interfering Wit My Mission
And I Refuse To Listen To These Ludacris Accusitions
Whut You Think You Is
And What Kind Of Game Is You Playin
(Please If You Would Please Take A Sit A Just Listen)
Theres No Mistake About It
I Must Just Be Lyrically Retarted
Or Just Plain Out
Worn Out
From All These Fucking People Shouting Out
And All These Fans Finding Out
That Im Not What I Appear
I Dont Do Drugs And I Dont Got No Fears
Im Just A Soldier Without A Squadren
Give Me Some Hot-Pockets For Rations And A Spear
And For Whats It Worth
And For These Words I Dispuse
Id Just Like To Say A Few Words Before I Go
To The Parents Of The Mis-Understood-Youth
Fuck You
To The People Who Never Said I Could Make It
Fuck You
And
To Everyone I Thought
I Loved And Thought Loved Me Back
Fuck You
Cuz Now Im Different
Cuz Now Everythings Different
And It Wont Ever Be The Same
You Live What You Do
So Just Go On Living
Pretend That Im Gone And Moved
Fuck It Man
Face The Facts...You Lose