Epidemic - My Condolences (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse: Epidemic] If I don't set the pen aside it's genocide There's no repentance, my sentences are the 7th sign I get a sense you're on the fence of what perfection is Am I compulsive-obsessive or a perfectionist What's my direction, I mentioned what my objective is It's common sense to a sensei, you apprentices I came to terms & I learned what my imperfections is I'm either possessive or I'm affectionless I'm either impressive or what depression is & I ain't getting defensive but my perspective is f** the world at my discretion & for emphasis Add a couple middle fingers in parentheses & show no sympathy, simpletons trying to throw shots For goodness sakes it's +in your face+, you're fake as +Botox+ Criticizing while they standing on a soapbox You giving life to Michaelangelos & Mozarts The Humphrey Bogart, a young soul with an old heart Torn apart trying to keep afloat My flow is Noah's ark It's +complex+, say +Napoleon+ Bonaparte I saute Bon appetite, you n***as sweet Artificially, sounding kind of salty when you speak If you listening, I don't give a f** about critique Or if you dissin me, what you think I barely read the comments If I'm online, I'm probably jerking off to be honest So while we're being open with each other, let's acknowledge If you hate me, it's probably cause you trying to push an artist & he ain't me, angry hoping nobody notices That I murdered their careers, my condolences