(alex)Slander - Ghost In The Machine lyrics

(alex)Slander Born and raised on the outskirts of my city's crooked frame Where the rusted wires hang from the sky of geodesic plates In a place where the people come and go but evil stays like Kanye West Imma go Kathy Bates on his legs then tell that f** to stand up and respect me I'm only underground as Morlocks Taking over board walks Short and white as your co*k When ya'll got sprung like door stops Cause our tour stops on your slots Surrender your spots and stocks To the wolves of the wall street gridlock Idiots be thinking that they're gonna hit hip hop's without treading pig slop You're tripping like a big shot and getting me pissed off I've been smoking weed daily since I was 11 With no repercussions, still hardly a felon 'Til I mailed the press bloody rags as if I was Arthur Leigh Allen Now they're blaming my fortune and fame And my talent on selling my soul to the devil For studio time in hell when in fact I got this far by myself, no help from the heavens So don't call your sh** trill because you once took a drum lesson And if you don't get that line, don't ask me dumb questions No on'es impressed with you lyrical adolescence Imperial sense of self or materialistic essence And I betcha rest with your hands about a Smith and Wesson Not for the protection, but to keep you coming like a pension As if hip hop's obsession with aggression started with you Got balls enough to call your sh** new Sinking in my shadow like Tony Shalhoub I grew like infection, losing my breakfast Down upon the heads and shoes Of whack a** cats like you, your cast and crew None of who got my X-Files references Intentionally unconventional Soon to be as cla**ic as b**hes brew So if you can't get down with my whack a** sound sh** or get out of the confession booth Jade Ox Surrounded by faces, face it, I'm lonelier than before Surrounded by decorations and my hatred for decor Hangin' on the walls and layin' on the floor Wasted in the basement like I never been here before Draggin skeletons, sellin' it out the door I won't embellish more fall out than I can afford 'Cus I walk with demons seepin through the cord They stand behind me when I'm sleepin or when I record They watch me as I'm washin my face I got a couple mistakes that'll never wash away My girl lookin' at me like I'm f**ing crazy I'ma k** the world the day they try to play me It needs to be said so f** it if I already said it I'm above the threshold and I'll let go if I let it Thank the feds the meds relieve the stress and I forget it Otherwise my rhymes would be a list of sh** I regretted Been to hell and back the trip was strictly business Now I sit in front of sinks and think about my visit Obsessed and stressin, I'm wrestlin inner tangents In a mansion runnin' room to room these thoughts is dancin' So I ransom money random things that lend some help It's over when the fat lady sings and I'm lendin' health Slander, I'ma need some answers else I might hurt myself In a tub with toasters or I'm drownin' in a well So while I get the chance here's a toast to health Ridin' with rappers who boastin' it to tell Lyin' if they records sold well but f** it I guess oh well Things ain't been the same since I got a name and got some fame Sacrificed the sane to run like game like Ichabod Crane