[Verse 1- Bshady]
Sometimes, man, you feel like you've been disregarded and forgotten,
and "one time fans" or single followers, as you may call them, are plottin,
to take over mainstream and decide what's hot and what's not,
Where the cool artists go, and where the dope ones get dropped,
They get signed for beats and hooks, we get dumped for lyricism,
I've been forgotten again, look, quitting isn't a heroism,
But I'm tempted to give in, I've been forgot and left behind,
Ain't got money for my baby tot, terrible state of mind,
And the thoughts in that brain? Here I go, stating mine,
Sought out the fame, now i gotta act like your hatin's fine,
and it does bother me I'm no longer remembered for bring lyrical talent back,
This game fathered me, now it dismembered my brain, want out of this "rap"
And you know man, I'm not the type to quit or lose myself,
And I'm not about to go main, I'm not about to choose the wealth,
But you know, it's hard to keep up to all these talent less fucks,
Wiz , Wayne, ain't got no game, how do they make the bucks?
Fuck you all I got lyrical trinity and chief , I pay my bills,
Plenty of sins in me, oh shit this is 18 bars, chief spit your deal..
[Verse 2- Chief]
I fucking hate everyone, at this point I'm a ticking bomb
Sometimes the fricking wall isn't enough, I wanna hit my mom
Everyone's harrassing me, asking me this and that
"Yo homey can you spit a rap?", well... I could kick your ass
Split ya back in half, slit you with splinters, sticks and glass
Then leave you in the dumpster next to shit and trash
Cause I remember very well of when I was an outsider
But now I am... a foul rider and my style's tighter
On top of that my sound's fire, but back in middle school
I was that random, goofy little dude who just isn't cool
Ironically now is when I'm feeling even more forgot about
Wanna escape but it seems like even music is not a route
People tell me I'm lost but how? I'm locked in a house
It's called sanity, I'm IN it, and nobody's gotten out
But at least inside here, I never feel no anger
Things change when you're stuck inside a cold chamber...
[Verse 3- Bshady]
Cold chamber? Frozen in time with anger, Lost inside of my brain,
Not a banger, ain't no fucking gamer, how come when I write I'm lame?
You must have long term memory loss to forget me, I'm less than sane,
Cause I proved it by sticking my dick in you, And played you like a game,
And when I spit my verse, they gonna have to carry you away,
Take you off in a hearse, but shit today it ain't the same,
You got a better beat, I got better lyrics, guess who wins?
I'm facing the heat from these forgetful kids, I'm where rap begins
And my own lover called, she forgot my name again,
Invited my mother over, went into the wrong house, and made a new friend,
Some days are just longer than others, Arshey callin me a downward spiral of sadness,
That's cause these fuckers forgetting me , Talking about money, I'm the one who has it!
Oh well, guess I have to relate to you people, gonna go listen to those faggots,
And then practice my beats, yeah, fuck all this motherfucking rap shit..
(Talking..)
But before we go,
One last act for the show..
[Verse 4- Chief= Bold, Shady= Regular]
Chief they forget about us like we didn't do shit,
Like I didn't bust my nuts, to become a number one hit,
And In my slumber and shit, I can't find peace and quiet,
from all these thoughts, mentally in the middle of a riot,
These dreams that I sought, made people lose interest,
The schemes that I fought, always got told it was just business,
and now they've forgotten who Bshady is?
Well, ima drop the mic and forget why I live.
Might as well, because... I'm finally getting the clue
I can tell that I'm no one soon as I exit the booth
I just picked a beat and got on my arsonist shit
And they say it's "easy to remember, hard to forget"
But unfortunately for me that works both ways
I'm sure my life wouldn't be altered if I had no name
But all I really came to say is... I relate to Dre
Hate fuels me and forgetting is just another way to hate
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