Cryptic One - Cynical Bastards lyrics

[Verse 1: LoDeck] My glamorous life, ulcers and terrified Softies at open mics, fake lights, fake mics Real sweat, Burger King refills and dollar meal rodeo scratch Drip, catch the ripple effect illusion creepy Out of place, premeditated nightmare damn skippy With a fold-out patio chair in sin city Catch a buzz like any self-respecting cult member does MCs are just lunatics who pretend to count bars Grimy, bite p**y, spit bars Slit wrist watching Wizard of Oz Cynic [Hook: LoDeck & Despot] Underground hip-hop! (yay) This beat is dope! (it's okay) I'm ill! (I got nothin' to say) First name ain't really lyrical I'm a cynical ba*tard Lo' from j23 [Verse 2: Despot] I'm living proof that the smallest figures Can cast vast shadows of doubt Giving your all to everything, and that'll amount to nothing I walk the crooked path up to my house Huffing and puffing Shaking my fist in the air, thinkin' of something To tell kids down the block that point and laugh at my mumbling Like they'll never reach their dreams Gray-haired, sayin' “that's life,” it ain't a sitcom theme It's more like ten people jammed in a closet yellin' There's poison in that lemonade the neighbor's kids are selling He writes your name on greeting cards and purposely misspells it Keep depending on the kindness of strangers Their lives s**, and you're the perfect candidate for blaming Maimin' ego, that's how the happy family feeds The gla** slipper broke and the foot's starting to bleed Fat skipper floats past the sleeping scuba team Screams “I'm dying!” One yells back “We're tired!” Swim towards the light, grab hold of something spiritual Open your arms wide and hope to embrace a miracle And catch d**h, then curse life for gettin' rid of you I'm cynical [Hook: LoDeck & Despot] Underground hip-hop! (yay) This beat is dope! (it's okay) I'm ill! (I got nothin' to say) First name ain't lyrical I'm a cynical ba*tard D-E-S-P-O-T