Criticism

Criticism Chorus: Through all of the criticism And hate I get I honestly, cannot forget The complete set Of criticism I get Forget, it, I'm tired of it "Imma Do It My Way." X3 Verse 1: My mission in this system Is to surpass criticism and And succeed in lyricism and rhythm It's my decision to be in this position I'm itchin' to quit the bitchin' The critical contradiction in my Vision is cynical, with skeptical Symbolism and lyricism With the precision of abolitionism It's sizzling up and fizzing up Combining witticism and Deep as an incision in the kitchen I'm missin' the alcoholism And the recidivism of my ism The mission I plan is equivalent to animalisim Verse 2: Alright, time to get back To the topic, I'm trying to tackle Shackle my ankles To the bottom of the table I'm unstable unless I'm rhyming So confining me, to a room of Pencils, pens and papers Would be like a vacation But the criticism in music Does get to me sometimes But I throw it away And continue to combine The lines and beats Together on my sheet of sheet I spit fire on motherfuckin' beat Chorus: Through all of the criticism And hate I get I honestly, cannot forget The complete set Of criticism I get Forget, it, I'm tired of it "Imma Do It My Way." X3 Verse 3: The constant talking I get Is festering in the shit I don't get, why people can't just Mind their own damn, business I'm into the instrumentals And bumpin' the sentimentals I'm quite simple Maybe it comes through, in my words But I can't help how I rap it works For the enjoyment of my rapping I can't stop rapping for the life of me Now that I have gotten into it all I need to continue, before I fuckin' fall I ain't ready to share and ball But I will write and continue doing so Verse 4: Last verse of the track, criticism I into the cynical position of rap Take all the shitty conditions back I'll write anywhere you let me So set me off and don't talk shit about me And I won't come right to you Vice Versa I really don't care, do you So let's go, the hell hole They call Hip-Hop these days Is nothing but a trap to all the kids today But somehow, someway the judgment Has avoided them and they get all the shit But I'm here to aid the end of it Stop brainwashing the simpletons And quit it with the constant criticism, go for them Chorus: Through all of the criticism And hate I get I honestly, cannot forget The complete set Of criticism I get Forget, it, I'm tired of it "Imma Do It My Way." X3