Muph - Becoming Agrophobic lyrics

[Intro] What are you listening to? What are you listening to? Rap Rap? Yeah, my English teacher thinks it's a highly important form of modern poetry It details the common man's struggle for survival in a hostile environment You play baseball? No [Scratches] "Please don't ask the question, how low can you go?" [Verse 1] What the f** you looking at? You're staring at your attitude Gave you a smoke and you showed no gratitude How bout a thank you? No, he wants to hang you Big feeder, heat seeker, wants a fat feud Brewed by the lack of manners, cabin crackers The little factors that matter scatter all over the tracks Pitter-patter gathers and gutters crack Jump - the rudder smashed, hit you with one attack He ain't coming with that Nah he lacks that sense of esteem, but he's the king of his dreams And he swings from the beams that hold up his head His beanie's seen spat on, cleaned and left for dead Amongst the bread and bu*ter strugglers He tries to smother the udder, angst the cranks The ranks stench of skid marks on the fence, he clings to strength And lives to bring revenge to the things bent - insanity Most handle it fine but his mind grinds with gravity Thoughts deport to orbit Nervous and awkward at the smallest events Vents his frustration on the corrugated fence Fist clenched against the iron His only real release now - he's gonna have to be rhyming [Scratches] "All my own" "Please don't ask the question, how low can you go?" [Hook X2] The older he gets, the younger he feels The harder to deal with conflict The more he conceals, the bigger the ditch Now he can't even handle the smaller fish [Verse 2] Huh, amongst the pretty, petty, pointless concerns He turns his shoulder from the border of broader social life He becomes a socialite with his vocal mic And hopes his sights don't go blind to folks he likes The light's derived from the kind type that pa** on a free ticket They've got no need with it He sees these simplest gestures as a treasure To remind him of the whine and whinge, the overlook of the finer things That this life can bring, but the silence seems freedom And his aggression has overeaten, feeding on the evil things This is what the people give, sift through the line Push, shove, twisted spines of ignorant times That emphasize the self-survive approach That coasts through the smoke filled cityscape Intimidate, aggravate, elevate hate No place for manners, taught to take what you can We've all had plenty of practice, contributing factor Is the fact is the nice come last So everyone's trying to push their way past, but the smarter ones laugh Knowing there's more to life than being the first to start The best dressed, he knows they're right, but he tends to forget And the bubble gets bigger till they're touching the trigger And he's quick to snap, punching walls and doors - he's unable to relax So he locks himself in his room to be consumed within his raps [Scratches] "All my own" "Please don't ask the question, how low can you go?" [Hook X2] (2nd time fading out)