Notebooks

Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/ No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/ I've known crooks, had my hope shook/ But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2 Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/ Mou tanoshimi ga nai, I had hoped to/ Take over this game, bringing back the old school/ But this depression got me asking the fuck am I supposed to do/ I hate it demo mada rappa ni naritai/ I can't step back, I just fucking love rocking mics/ Suicide or success, kono ending ga wakaranai/ And this great divide ha chou bakudai/ If I fall in, can I climb out/ Are riches and bitches all life's about/ If I can just get some success, then I'll die proud/ Do I even wanna be normal, if so Christ how/ My mind racing embracing these pages/ My aim is to be extraordinary, done with time wasting/ Upscaling my pride, if I die I'll die saying/ Fuck this industry, on my own terms, I'll make it/ Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/ No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/ I've known crooks, had my hope shook/ But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2 Let me remind you I'm the anti-paradigm/ When words and rhymes combine, I visualize/ A new era of phrases that incite/ A well time revival, refining the idols/ Hype you up like strychnine, there ain't no stopping me/ Subconsciously auditing all the thoughts of snobbery/ Building this animosity preks up this monstrocity/ Inside my mind, fangs enlarge with this ferocity/ And I just wanna rip someone apart and watch them bleed/ Sharpen my tongue and cut them to pieces with this techinque/ Fuck all who impede me, ore ha saikou ainiku/ Kono kotoba ha ganchiku no aru/ So you can call me a nerd, and say I can't rap/ Blast back with an attack that knocks you flat/ On your ass so fast, won't have time to take off the mask/ And show you my face, until your vision turns black/ Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/ No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/ I've known crooks, had my hope shook/ But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2 So we've established I'm a sucidal diciple/ Gun to my head, hand on a bible/ Just praying for a savior to take away this homocidal/ Rage, caged in my mind, straightjackets and asylums/ I'm losing my faith, and my sanity daily/ Feels like I'm just another pawn in this grand scheme/ Demanding that I give more, as my days sneak/ Closer to the end of my line, am I going crazy/ Just maybe, I can make it to the end of this game/ And obtain my fame without becoming ashamed/ Of who I am inside, and stop the complaining/ But I really don't think that this music can sustain me/ Tired of the stress, and this gun can take it away/ Done wasting space, it's in my nature to way/ The pros and the cons it's a dangerous game/ The lord may have giveth life, but I can taketh away/ Spilling my soul into the pages of these notebooks/ No shows booked, still writing my own hooks/ I've known crooks, had my hope shook/ But I'm still screaming fuck the world like I'm supposed to/ x2