Listen to me, Cuz im the only one you have to listen too
But dont trick me, Cuz in reality the only victim is you
You can sit in the booth all day and claim you tell the truth
But you aint creative, All you do is embellish the news
With your selfish abuse, Can't you see it's pathetic
Creativity flourished, But you never gave me the credit
You aint locked in a cell, youve never been stabbed or shot
You aint Pac, Hell..... You never even grabbed a glock
You had ya shot, But it just came in a different way
Are you mad, Im not, I don't feel superstitious today
Visions array is unlimited, It ain't fiction, It's true
Im here, so who do you think makes decisions for you
Intelligence too, I was with u when you made this rhyme
So what does that prove?... You're a slave to your mind
That you cant trade or deny, But you'll never believe it
Which is ironic, Cuz you only remember what i see fit
Im ya brains I.D kid, So dont feud with persistance
Cant go nowhere without me, Im ya proof of existance
So like i said just listen, Dont flow that filthy nonsense
Im ya fuckin lawyer, You dont possess a guilty conscience


With every topic you choose, It's quite a site to see
And the only front i put up, Is this little life you lead
In every fight you bleed, But that dont make ya weak
Or does it? (Huh?) I dont know, Its really all fate to me
Wishin God took me, Yea its a sickness to bare witness
Havin to watch ya pee your pants, Cuz you scared shitless
Mentally a rare fitness, It's the heights that tou take me
Broken records in Guiness for every second u isolate me
Fuckin Psyche, It's time we all earned a fall over the edge
But gimme a gun, We can do those murders all over again
So quit sobering him, There's still no fear in his tomb
Send me a psychiatrist for help, I'll kill the therapist too
Right in his chair in the room, Hell yea pass that liqour
Wearin ya heart on ya sleeve, Just mean i can stab it quicker


You aint pushin the limit, You need this rebel to shove you
So when you fallin, You can see that im 10 levels above you
Shit hits the fan, And in all actuality it rebounds on through
Youre the Stan in my head, I fuckin hate the sound of you
Think I'm proud of you ? Yea right, Thats shits just false, see
Why would i care for you, When all day long you're bossy
Youre in my blood... But cant you see that youre still confined
Put a gun to my head, Fuck it, Just release this piece of mind


But I'll Continue To Hunt You, It's A Sickening Formality
You Have Delved Into The Eye Of Your Split Personality