Flight Distance - Anti-Anthem of the Deadbeat lyrics

[Intro: Bender] Flight Distance [*sample*] Well okay, let’s get one thing straight [Verse 1: Bender] I’m not a God MC, I’m not a party rocker I didn’t come here with a anthem for you party monsters I’m not a smooth-talker, I turn the party awkward Bump the table, skip the needle, that’s a party-stopper I don’t merc’ the booth, burn through the popper stopper I’m not king with the pen, this isn’t Tommyknockers I’m not your idol I been idle far too long to matter I’m not a master of my craft, sh** I don’t often bother I’m not a body-catcher, I’m not a battle rapper I did some battles said some sh** I thought the fans were after Ain’t that some sh** I coulda learned to play the Stratocaster Hands are atrophied, lazy f**ing average ba*tard I’m not a rapper that hustles, I’m not a hustler that raps I’m not moving a muscle, I’m not filing no tax I’m not tryna be humble, or supply you with facts I’m not living the struggle, I’m not tryna get back I don’t want your money, I lied I want your money These lies are all for money, wanna lie on piles of money I’m not the truce I say I’m part of the problem Not paying dues refuse to start at the bottom But what I might be is that voice you most relate to Prick our emblem in ya’ skin embrace the fact we might just hate you Can’t all be giants despite the shoulders we climbed on Take a sh** in my hand and paint this portrait of ya’ icons [Chorus: Bender] Hey, we don’t hear you Huddle close against anyone that you’re dear to We stoke the fire that nobody wanna get near to Ride out in the night and watch the city burn in the rearview Hey, we don’t hear you Huddle close against anyone that you’re dear to We stoke the fire that nobody wanna get near to Ride out in the night and watch the city burn in the rearview [Verse 2: Patience] I’m a procrastinator, go on and ask me later And I’m a slacker, stumbled a** back to pay dirt I’m a masquerader, that’s who you came to hear I skip soundcheck, I show up with a case of beer I’m all talk, I’m cunning, I’m self-serving I’m cutting, I’m ready to debate, I’m scathing, acerbic Straight up I’m hurtful, vitriolic abusive I lack basic empathy, I’m dangerous, I’m ruthless I’m also a contradiction capable of great depth I’m arrested in my development, I’m Grade 10 I give to charity, I volunteer I carry my guilt like the tape when I’m Rawling [?] I commandeer respect now come closer I smile daggers, ain’t nothing sub-[?] I keep my blinds drawn, my front door shut The life of the party by the time I’m on my fourth cup I have high standards, I’m polite to people Until they disappoint, so I don’t like most people I don’t fight I’m peaceful, I’m dependable I’m a hard worker, kindhearted, a friend I’m good Now what I’m not is a conformist or a bore I’m Aurora Borealis I’m not someone to ignore My son that we’d endorse severed tongue and cheek to four Underfoot, on some [?] we can plunder deeper more, mi amores [Chorus: Bender] Hey, we don’t hear you Huddle close against anyone that you’re dear to We stoke the fire that nobody wanna get near to Ride out in the night and watch the city burn in the rearview Hey, we don’t hear you Huddle close against anyone that you’re dear to We stoke the fire that nobody wanna get near to Ride out in the night and watch the city burn in the rearview