[Instrumental Intro]

I Self Devine in this motherfucker

[Chorus: P.O.S, I Self Devine]

I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop

(Handling things)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop

(Yo, my people UVS)

(UVS Nation)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop

(Yeah)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop

([?] see the place)

[Verse 1: I Self Devine]

I was a fiend

I used to twist bags of trees

You's a bitch

About to smack you with a bag of bees

We watch you scream, mark it up as a casualty

Plan the hit, and walk away casually

I'm on some shit, I'm losin' it gradually

I'm a bastard with no father and no family

A overlord, stab niggas with a rusty sword

You stillborn, choked off the umbilical cord

You got rocks, and I'm standin' in a glass house

It's your move but instead these niggas pass out

You ain't built for this, livin' in your mom's house

Claimin' you gangster, but you chaps with the ass out

Let's keep it real when it's time get gully

This no part time, commit to it fully

The means disconnect from kids and reality

I'm in town, but I treat her like I'm overseas

Let's get stupid, ignorant to the utmost

That means anywhere, anytime the buck flows

Rap battles used to be where you walk and live

It got gruesome now they talkin' bout your mom and kids

I lived a life, seen niggas truly lose they life

I made the sacrifice, left in the nick of time

With drive-bys in broad daylight, now is that right?

If it's on I can't return to my normal life

I seen niggas that I'd know were snitches and hoes

Flip the script and get thugged in they street clothes

Now I ask is it real or just actin'

Or gettin' punked all your life and start snappin'

It ain't a problem 'till it's made mine

Face paint, grab your helmet cause it's game time

I'm a cool, calm nigga and I know where my power is

I know my weakness, and what I can kill it real quick

[Verse 2: P.O.S]

A'ight the damage to your ego is a stepping stool

For self respect issues

See, you's a speck

I go berserker, makin' fuckin' shoes

A Talibangelist frantically planning schemes

To block, and split the scene

With a tube sock full of hemlock

Sippin kirin ichiban

Seein' CNN is on

Peepin' patriot, actually lower class fuck-a-thon

I went from poverty to lower lower class

To lower class, to upper lower class

To gettin' past the bullshit

Same fuckin' pants and skippin' class, no bullshit

Punk Rock livin' the clash, the misfit

Mr. Meticulous, slickin' sick with the syllabus

Spittin the dust, polish it enough to keep them listening to us

Precision is a plus

But honesty's a must for Emily Blood to beat them speakers 'til they bust

Through

We got style that's rust-proof

Flat black over tarmac, get a grip (mate)

You motherfuckers need a nappy

You know you toss and turn tryin' to sleep on me

So cut the crap and, it happens every time

(I swear, if I had a dime)

See, I'm lookin' for peace of mind

You're looking for a dime piece to give you mind

You're on some bad dad shit

You ain't for real, usin' echo like some bunny men

I press on, I'm beat harder than step songs

I treat father like each one of his less-sons

A whole lotta nada

My soul's hella hot

I stay loaded like cannon fodder

Aimin' at you prima donnas

I oughta slap the fuckin' face off your head

I play the matador instead

[Chorus: P.O.S, I Self Devine]

I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop

A matador chasing bull in a China shop (One time for your motherfuckin' minds)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop

A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Starin' in your blinds)

One plate breaks another gets put right in it's place

I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop (Don't fuck with this)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Venomous)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Temperate)

A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Assassin)

One plate breaks another gets put right in it's place (A matador chasing bull in a China shop)

(Yet you're lovin' it)