The Monologue

[Part 1: Wordsworth] Hate everything about you, your life don't apply to me Your family, religion, your birth[?] Don't be surprised if I attack you violently And it's on, a variety, your video's viraly Never pass words like passwords require me Turn your [?] If you apply to me, it should be a hundred grand To Western Union or MoneyGram, that you wired me Hated me quietly, invaded your privacy Like reading it lout loud, every sentence in your diary [?] Play tennis, then I'm watchin' "Menace II Society" From an image, you don't take a minute to admire me Snap back, shit is shoelaces that attire me Despite despisin' me, the irony are even when you diss me You still need words for describin' me [Hook] Backstage, more shows, green room, wardrobe Soundcheck, no [?], packed house, more fans Bright lights, no time, countdown, showtime One more for the catalogue. Hey, this be the monologue! [Part 2: Masta Ace] Listen, you pathetic man! The niggas think you real But you fake just like a prosthetic hand Man, said you was gon' drop Said, you was gon' pop just like a synthetic string Damn, still waitin' on your debut Went through that little money that they gave you Uh, now you sittin' home, thumbtappin' Ask [?], he know you've done rappin' Oh, so that's why you [?] for Cause you can't get a show, can't get a tour Now you're lyin' in a rage And you try to engage in a Facebook/Twitter war Thus you ain't get the memo Washed up weedheads shouldn't make demos Get a job, get another job, get fired Your carreer is like your passwort, expired! [Hook] [Part 3: Stricklin] Yo! Back in the days, was on the phone with Ace Hes said, Strick, you're a star! You belong in space! From that point, I been on a case. Now I'm hot That's why I walked in a spot just like I own the place! [?] microphone, you hand me I'm over-confident and cocky, cause I can be I got alotta fans I gotta please From Wisconsin, so I drink alotta beer and got alotta cheese And tell Puff, I'm a bad boy, but I never sign He probably do me like Black Rob and I'll never shine Get it? Black-Rob-shine? Fuck it, nevermind! That's what I get for tryin' to hit you with a clever line Cause most niggas want it dumbed down And when they finally get the shit that I spit, they be lookin' [?] Should get scared when I come around (yup) I don't battle. If I did, dudes will be dead after one round [Hook]