These people are trying to kill me.
All of your faces look guilty.
Ready and able and willing.
The audience don't really feel it.
The killer is standing behind you.
Songs get more random with time too.
They don't care what's on my mind dude.
The audience wants me to die soon.
We like the artist dead.
We like the music label owned.
They won't listen to your tracks until the fables say we're ghosts.
They want an overdose.
They want some broken bones.
They wanna find me in my room,
home alone,
closepinned throat.
They wanna toast to my memory.
I ain't dead yet.
Everyone I knows the enemy.
Eyes sending death threats.
Another artist scandal.
A mother's heart can't handle.
But at least before they passed away
we cleared the sample.
Way before they got canceled.
Before the downfall.
Before the controversy.
Before all their songs were outlawed.
Call me Tommy Cooper.
Demos lost on my computer.
They probably got a shooter.
Leave it up to fate to speculate the rumors.
Let's celebrate the artist's passion
before the artist passes.
Your favorite artist died
not knowin they would reach the masses.

You gotta die for your art.
DIe, die for your art.
Gotta die for your music, that's lit. x3
You gotta die for your art,
Die, die for your art.
Gotta die for your music, that's sick.

These local rappers can't be trusted with a 16.
The studio audience wants to mince me
into mince-meat.
Imagine charging 150$ for a rap verse
and then not writing something close to what that's worth.
Fast work for any real and true artist.
And maybe not waiting four months for it
makes me too heartless.
I'm so real
I was born to bury suspicion.
More than morbid,
it's this or mortuary technician.
They really want a martyr.
They want another savior.
They want your life to be harder,
they want the misbehavior.
I'm really out here,
I don't cosplay.
I ruined my whole life
and ultimately lost faith.
Motherfuckers that don't rap
got fans in the thousands
and I still can't get em to check out my 15 albums.
I'm drowning cause I was never really taught to swim.
Lightheaded and I bet it's from a lack of oxygen.
I'm not your friend.
I'm another dead prophet.
Used to give a fuck
and I guess that I just lost it.
Your favorite artist crossed the line
and didn't know they crossed it.