Subtle - Middlecla** Stomp lyrics

The fate of your life may very well be determined only by how good you look in white, and let's just say they will want you perfect Like a leading white male should be Like a man who's had every single nerve removed Faced with copper wire, been given gazing globe teeth Had both eyes capped off with factory gla** Naturally, you freak at the mere thought of being poured toward complete And so, And so, Right there right there all around you When the very fabric of your rap career dissolves Right there right there all around you Like a large dollop of grey plopped hard in the plain water of hack, you sink (x2) And still they want your autograph on the back of that there ticket stub Beside the refund policy or just above. Like you were or are about to cry The reflection of the merch stuffed stale in your stole eye Some say, they'll go as high as seven fifty on a sturdy bag of s**m Or the ape's ugly skates from the previous song Hell, you should start carrying guns till crash Enter debts officer promise through a hole in the floor and behind him rides his army of a hundred something swarming forks all there (all there), unraveling his one kilometer long list of things most certain to be so You case the dance floor for any people who'd post And upon clearing your rapping self's coast dive with both eyes for blood at the list Scanning it's infinity plus one rungs for your surname or face till sure enough...you find it in place between Dollar and Drummond. Beside it, some sort of check-mark or poorly drawn rib is sat, scrawled all red inked and ominous Scared to the seeds in your teeth you ask debts officer p. for the key, and hunt hard for this tic-mark or rib to find out what gives And then there it is: Middle cla** And still they want your autograph on the back of that there ticket stub Beside the refund policy or just above. Like you were or are about to cry Which you know can only mean one thing: Welcomed to the no gamble grind now of what seems middle cla** or above (x4)