[Hook:Adamite]
Grrr these are my phobias
Sick of the way the rap game is controlling us
Sick of the love the radio isn’t showing us
Were sick of everything so middle fingers we throw them up
[Verse 1:Adamite]
I'm sick of biting my tounge, I'm sick of shutting my mouth
My gums are overflowing with this shit that wants to seep out
So it's time I get this off of my chest before my heart beats hard enough to rip through the seems of this vest
Bitch don’t you see that your dealing with vets
Sharp flows that will stab deeper than an army of bayonets
Now do you get what the fuck I am saying yet
Shittin on you until you look like a box of raisenettes
Now lets see which bar I am raising next
The dead lift, the bench press, the rap one you can’t get past your necks
I think Ill take the last one, no offense but I have a lack of respect, for rappers Im just not that easily impressed
You think you can change my mind then be my guest
But I’m the king of this house and thats how I shall be addressed
When it comes to hip hop I’m fucking obsessed
I only listen to the best so the best is what I expect
[Hook:Adamite]
Grrr these are my phobias
Sick of the way the rap game is controlling us
Sick of the love the radio isn’t showing us
Were sick of everything so middle fingers we throw them up
[Verse 2:Adamite]
I'm so sick that I throw it up and then swallow it
Spit it in your mouth then slit your throat as you goggle it
We the upgrade so take the rap game remodel it
This shit is lighting you'll get struck unless you bottle it
But my situation is sickening, because your prolly picking these politicians
Thats popping n tricking you to listen
I'll cut your legs off and tell you to keep up with the competition
As I run circles around you with lyricism
Ive risen back from the afterlife, reincarnated a rap God that goes by the name of Adamite
I get drunk and spit whiskey into the candle light, and make a flamethrower strong enough to take out a dragonite
If you people knew half the shit that I sacrificed, you’d show love for me just like bisexuals do for hermaphrodites
But I’m in the dark hidden from all the camera lights, so grab a shovel dig in the underground to find Adamite
[Hook:Adamite]
Grrr these are my phobias
Sick of the way the rap game is controlling us
Sick of the love the radio isn’t showing us
Were sick of everything so middle fingers we throw them up