(alex)Slander

Born and raised on the outskirts of my city's crooked frame

Where the rusted wires hang from the sky of geodesic plates

In a place where the people come and go but evil stays like Kanye West

Imma go Kathy Bates on his legs then tell that fuck to stand up and respect me

I'm only underground as Morlocks

Taking over board walks

Short and white as your cock

When ya'll got sprung like door stops

Cause our tour stops on your slots

Surrender your spots and stocks

To the wolves of the wall street gridlock

Idiots be thinking that they're gonna hit hip hop's without treading pig slop

You're tripping like a big shot and getting me pissed off

I've been smoking weed daily since I was 11

With no repercussions, still hardly a felon

'Til I mailed the press bloody rags as if I was Arthur Leigh Allen

Now they're blaming my fortune and fame

And my talent on selling my soul to the devil

For studio time in hell when in fact

I got this far by myself, no help from the heavens

So don't call your shit trill because you once took a drum lesson

And if you don't get that line, don't ask me dumb questions

No on'es impressed with you lyrical adolescence

Imperial sense of self or materialistic essence

And I betcha rest with your hands about a Smith and Wesson

Not for the protection, but to keep you coming like a pension

As if hip hop's obsession with aggression started with you

Got balls enough to call your shit new

Sinking in my shadow like Tony Shalhoub

I grew like infection, losing my breakfast

Down upon the heads and shoes

Of whack ass cats like you, your cast and crew

None of who got my X-Files references

Intentionally unconventional

Soon to be as classic as bitches brew

So if you can't get down with my whack ass sound

Shit or get out of the confession booth

Jade Ox

Surrounded by faces, face it, I'm lonelier than before

Surrounded by decorations and my hatred for decor

Hangin' on the walls and layin' on the floor

Wasted in the basement like I never been here before

Draggin skeletons, sellin' it out the door

I won't embellish more fall out than I can afford

'Cus I walk with demons seepin through the cord

They stand behind me when I'm sleepin or when I record

They watch me as I'm washin my face

I got a couple mistakes that'll never wash away

My girl lookin' at me like I'm fucking crazy

I'ma kill the world the day they try to play me

It needs to be said so fuck it if I already said it

I'm above the threshold and I'll let go if I let it

Thank the feds the meds relieve the stress and I forget it

Otherwise my rhymes would be a list of shit I regretted

Been to hell and back the trip was strictly business

Now I sit in front of sinks and think about my visit

Obsessed and stressin, I'm wrestlin inner tangents

In a mansion runnin' room to room these thoughts is dancin'

So I ransom money random things that lend some help

It's over when the fat lady sings and I'm lendin' health

Slander, I'ma need some answers else I might hurt myself

In a tub with toasters or I'm drownin' in a well

So while I get the chance here's a toast to health

Ridin' with rappers who boastin' it to tell

Lyin' if they records sold well but fuck it I guess oh well

Things ain't been the same since I got a name and got some fame

Sacrificed the sane to run like game like Ichabod Crane