Bad Rap's Ghost

I'm sick of losing hope. Man, I'm over it, yeah

Skipping sleep, I suppose I'll get the rest when I'm dead

Like I say I can rap, but that won't pay the rent

I'm sick of feeling lost, all over again

It's onerous, and honestly I'm bent out of shape

Feels like everywhere I look, it's the bitter I taste

In my own damn blood, that funnels the rage

Am I the snake? I don't care, get the fuck out my face

What? My kids don't have 'cause their wack, broke dad

Doesn't make enough at work, so he whines in his notepad

I'm a rapper. Yeah right. That's a fuckin' joke man

Take a smoke break, pour a glass. You are so trash

Man, fuck that! I guess I gotta be better

Put the pedal to the floor, until I'm gone I wont let up

Won't take a step back, grind the axe and then step up

Launch that bitch - across the fuckin' meta

Get up in their face, yeah, right in the feed

I'ma punch above my weight. You like what you see

Simple rhymes for the bell curve, one-fifteen

I promise I ain't playing. I am not you, geek

I ingest, I body the beat

Vegan whores online, they devour the meat

You don't own her - whatever that means

Get a lease for a beat with another nine free

Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero

Snatchin' sad sad souls. With they plays all stuck on zero

You lab rats chose the tank, but call me weirdo

Bad Rap's Ghost, I am not your hero

What-chu all think? This a little pity party

Oh? Poor Dally. Yeah, I'm just getting started

You wanna take my place? Let's try we can barter

I hold the crown - biggest zero on the market

Like Witt said, "I'm on my rise"

Simple raps for the bell curve, one-one-five

Giving everything I have, just to watch recycled tracks

At the top of every list, while I build The Brothers Vice

I can rap in circles 'til I open up a wormhole

Then I'll pound on my chest, 'til I'm fuckin' turnin' purple

Ten pounds in a vest, one-hundred-sixty soaking wet

But I fuckin' dare you! Tell me all about commercial