Identity Crisis

[The Man] Let's start at the top with the left wing, at the top of the dawn Don't know what crop you're on, but you're running into the best swing No pistol record and I wouldn't kill you at arm's reach But heed when I warn cuz I'll leave you stranded on Palm Beach The pitches come, and I make the hits snap, so When you run to the wall my words slice so fast you'll fall like a                       Ritz Cracker I'm smarter than you that's a fact, so much skill it flows down my back Mind so quick it'll tie your behind to a train track So if you attack cuz you can't get your rage right I'll spit a verse that'll fill you up with stage fright It's not for robbery that I just slashed your tires I'm probably the only rapper that ain't cash inspired Till I'm retired, I'll remain to wreck the beat So people dance until they re-elect their feet I miss the street, but my paycheck was lost on dreams With costs that scream, I can't afford a boston creme I'm soft it seems, but I never refer my pain To anyone or anything that would deter my reign You heard my name, and shivered over burned remains Of ropes and chain, reminding me that I'm insane [The Myth] I want someone to hear my schpiel, before I hurt myself So that there's somebody that will know how I feel So now let's make a deal, they said they need to fix me with a laser Give me a thousand dollars and I'll drop the razor If you really think I meant that for my wrist I should aim it at your knee and then apologize I missed The lesson treats you well as you sit in your fancy chair again "Why the hell are they mistaking me for Nancy Kerrigan" Bt that's okay your brand new car in the garage Is a qualified escape from my psychosis and barrage Of verbal sarcasm, puns, humor and mismatched socks Which I swing around my head so I can dispatch rocks "I get to kill somebody! You'd better fill your shottie! And shoot at invisible men, while I feel this hottie!" My quill is jotting notes about how I can switch the style So wait a second and I'll catch you in a little while [The Legend] I'm not a patriot, I'm a patriarch lyrically, at least chances are                 hip to be That the fastest spark's last to dark with the "Z" The immortal be spittin' rhymes so loose they need black suspenders Hurtin' track pretenders like they was on fat suspension Hearin' when punks complain that they smudged their Lexus And sit back silent when the universe has a grudge against us Representin' none other than, of course, Brentwood Makin' hayters work all night like a divorced temp should Zeus Dawg, comin' hard so don't try to be bold Squeeze off and soak you, never have to reload We're switching the mode, the flows, the pets, the next set The rest curse a lot like the had Touretts Everybody in this world'll get their justice served Their just desserts, shoot in the air and bust this bird It's just one word, with crazy winds a-dustin' herds While the ladies chasin' Zeus cuz they be lustin' sperm So bring it on you other rappers comin' at my throne But come alone, don't call no one on your mobile phone Cuz one on one I'll have you screamin' like in Home Alone Or maybe bat you down like I was Mr. Sly Stallone So go back home, and you'll see that I won't deduct Whatever it is you owe the pain delivery truck And don't speak up, don't bother to defend your rhyme Cuz you know I'm gonna be here till the end of time Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 09:25 AM PST   20 • 0 • 1