Themselves - Good People Check lyrics

This one turns to shame and fame and what not You sound hollow, this upsets me You didn't always... (always) You can tell a lot about a man (anyways) From the sound of his music (yours is hollow) Yours is hollow sounding (sounding) Frankly, you've become s**ers. (s**ers) (you sound hollow), this upsets me (you didn't always... ) You can tell a lot about a man (anyways) From the sound of his music (yours is hollow) Yours is hollow sounding (sounding) Frankly, you've become s**ers. (s**ers) This is a dis song Dis song absolute Because you can't respect me Because I can't respect you This is a quitters anthem This is why you should quit Because you've cheated, and ate where you sh** All my good people you know who you are And all you lazy lawyers and hookers Oughta know damn well how something awful scars So... I rap with a pa**ion and stock rap in a record store You make me embarra**ed for both, you fell on your sword Sh sh, sh sh sh sh Ah aha ah ooh, look out now [Shove the gun up your a** Shove that gun up your a** Shove your gun up your a** You're as good as dead] x 4 Woe's me, my rotting tape collection Be still my beating heart Now I buy one new rap CD six months apart From underground to mainstream Pioneers to fireplace rap This is the voice of our age Not the skin off your back Come see me I serve you Give you free music and step It was nothing, I did it just to save our rep Once again they took it to the bridge The invisible unknown enemy Cowards hiding behind imaginary lines (Please recite the word by exaggerating the images color coding) The invisible unknown enemy Jail time behind imaginary bars (Not really art not really life... They would be toys for adults) [Walk into the fact You're blind from the fire I turn a blind eye The lawyer and the hooker] x 4 Misogyny Adultery h*mophobia Thing tug How far into the fire can you pour out blood Misogyny Adultery h*mophobia Thing tug How far into the fire can you pour out blood Keep on smoking cigarettes on fire station steps No more 40-year-old poet... Sound the good the bad and the ugly whistle