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