(verses)
She says, "I'm happy", she thinks I'm dumb
Life's a blowjob, save the best last...worse has yet to come/cum
Crash tests, anal sex on the spectrum
It's assholes pulling out too fast who wreck them/rectum
I blow through money, I don't blow weed smoke
Rappers have deep pockets, no wonder woman deep throat
Save the birds and the bees, thank you - please
Ironically, asking alexandria - get on your knees
Tells me, "it's doubtful, I'll get ahead"
Rappers suck dick, like I said, "they talk with their mouths full"
You view true colors under the skin with pigment
So far from distant, outward bounds hold no limit
Gimmicks imprint derivatives of gimmicky
Their death comes in threes, the Underworld's trilogy
Hip hop's Pawnographic, sell outs and buyers
Fashion statement replacements, failures by designers
Read in between the lines, don't sign contracts
Signatures kill literature, DEAD in it's tracks
I'm anal with wordplay I pick
My lyrics are god's given gift, in return - I give two shits
I'm the shit, my lyrics are far from piss poor
Big things come in small packages, less is more
Fingers in women, cream in lactose
Shake hands, point fingers, rule of thumb becomes gross
Pussy's what you eat, keep in touch when out of reach
On the wrong side of the feet (defeat) than turn the other cheek
You speak over all those beats and no heart?
Stick to the script, break away and the play apart
Jump starts/dead ends, spark - points, interests
In the end, you'll pay the price; nothing personal, just business
(chorus)
The Pawnographic industry, erases self image
Picture perfect worlds, drawn from lines of scrimmage
The art of what's done, becomes career suicide
Broken down walls of fame, hung up on ways to die
Try and escape the fate, when the time comes
Long live your career, only the good die young
(verses)
Actions speak louder than words, no way
Around hear what I say, get shut down by airplay
This time around, I'm gonna perfect my sound
Living up the hype, attempting to keep it down
If silence is consent, the underground benefits
I'll bomb the industry, give credit back to terawrizt
I'm relentless, what she meant was unforgivable
After thoughts with words, no bull's predictable
Mahoney on the beat, keep 'drent heartfelt
I'm unclose and personal, you waste lines below the belt
I've dealt with more hands and lost touch...
...with people who say too little, and think way too much...
...plus those give a fuck, never really gave a damn
I'm not married to the game, I just wanna be the best-man!!!
Hip hop's Pawnographic, leave it to beaver
Rapper's stretch the truth, no wonder I'm a firm believer
Transmission don't transmit transactions...
CAUTION: NO SPIN ZONES, begin with dis(c)-satisfaction
Ending positively with notes on me
Public displays of affection, rejection spoken softly
All individual's, make inevitable efforts
I'd rather buy in concepts, than sell out records
I'll never close deals, no what what's pushed
I've heard "a bird in the hand, is worth two in the bush"
Looks can be deceiving, so stop and listen
I was born with disability, preexisting conditions
You don't fit the description of a real artist
Selling tickets for riches, no way to work the hardest
Everything said before, gets thought after
Think about it, those who mind...never matter
(chorus)
The Pawnographic industry, erases self image
Picture perfect worlds, drawn from lines of scrimmage
The art of what's done, becomes career suicide
Broken down walls of fame, hung up on ways to die
Try and escape the fate, when the time comes
Long live your career, only the good die young
