InsaneMastermind - King Mastermind lyrics

Okay let's get into it, i'm fluent in this music I do intend to ruin anybody who's a nuisance You booing got me movin ever closer to me stewin Im a shoo-in to win guess I hold the line like I was queing Im deeper than a pool is my hubris isn't foolish To do this with no tool is stupid like dissin Nas on Blueprint You droolin on the stool when you discuss my newer music The ruling on the dew is that im doper than the coolest When suing cats I threw in bats to watch how the courtroom would act They flew in past the ruling smack and switched the winnings to my a** Chew the fat with newer acts to find out how were doin that Two in back when doin crap to watch out for the blue and black They act real nice but tap 'em twice and you'll become a sacrifice They slap with pipes and pasteurize with heaters in a black disguise Stab a knife in your back surprise now you getting hacked and sliced They jabbin guys for laughin right in their face because they flashed a nine H: There's a crown on my head and im sittin in a throne I wear a robe and wield a staff so my power is shown You could call me Kanye you don't want me in my zone Cause if I get there imma blow and everyone gets thrown How can I be king of rap when I ain't even king of me My brains a national park with a shocking lack of scenery My body is a temple, the kind that no one worships And my thoughts are way more hated than Westboro Baptist churches In and out of meetings and they all encourage therapy Say that I could use somebody who is always there for me But that type of sh** ain't for me my old therapists hated me Cause when they tried to figure out my brain it only angered me I've been off of pills a while, cause they just weren't favorite style They never f**in worked for me they only helped me fake a smile But my brain's still imbalanced, etiquette is a challenge And all of this anger only hinders all my talent I could write a verse that describes anything and everything I try to write with energy and document my memories But hatred keeps on coming through and telling me to gun at you And it's boiling over and i'm clueless what im gonna do The scale of fear is tipping in the direction of fearless My inner voice is screaming but my outer voice can't hear this Im doing what I wan't and it's costing me my future Im ripping out my heart and i'm not looking for no sutures Hx2 Sometimes I wake up screaming, sometimes I wake up sweaty Sometimes I wake up shocked that I ain't get murdered by freddy The bogeyman is after me, he's sick of my hate factory Im taking up his business with my art of rhyme catastrophe I hear the voice of the great beyond it's got a great ride to take me on All I need to do is grab a gun and make sure there's no safety on Point the barrel up at my head close my eyes and imagine red Then squeeze the trigger and be delivered to fields and fields of the ragged dead I feel all alone in the dark, there's no light not a single spark Im brainless aching and made for hating and now there's a fire inside my heart I build up rhymes like an architect, flow so hot that your heart could sweat Go so hard that a marker get up and gives the page a target check Clippy shows up starts askin me, if I really wanna post this masterpiece But im doomed to do this and boom my music until nobody wana laugh at me Im driven to be famous MC Miss Daisy on the mic Im living to be heinous MC Dick Cheney on the mic I ain't ever behavin MC Slim Shady on the mic I hear you people sayin “him can be crazy on the mic” Im waiting for my target on the rooftop crouching armed to snipe But y'all act retarted “ these two shot ain't gonna harm him right?” Hx2 Writing lyrics instead of work, cause if I don't my head'll burst Im talking bout my gun and not the genre when I say folks hate my metalwork Before you gun it and hit a hundred you gotta put your foot to the pedal first My flow so fluid and my words so hot I boil over like kettle squirts I can't imagine anything but me premiering platinum But it's more like you see my disks and start to smear your crap at 'em If I saw b**hes do that i'd clap at 'em but they ain't gonna let me have a gun I ain't gonna pa** the test for one cause when they said I need to test I smacked 'em up It seems nobody wants me, either in or out the rap game Cause when it comes to rappin even I can see my crap lame But im still proud of what I write, up till four the other night Thinkin I don't know no rappers but it's possible my brother might Way ahead of myself, thinking of connections When I ain't heard nobody speak of my work with affection They always criticize it, or outright say it's bullsh** My inner rooms are damaged and I heard my outer hull rip Im completely exposed, I might take some damage But when I talk to MC's I'm just meetin cheese like a sandwich My point of this whole song is that I pour in so much effort But when I stick my neck out all that happens is my neck hurts