[Verse 1]
People don't acknowledge my skill, not sure if they ever possibly will
Cause I don't know what norm I've got to fulfill
How many pints of blood I should spill to make the public honestly thrilled
And consider "Wrecked Accomplishments" ill
Believe it or not, one of my friends, when he was drunk
Listened to the aforementioned track and said that I suck
That I cannot rap, I'm terrible, and I should stop rapping
After his proclamation I didn't even try to fight back
'cause at the end of the day, I don't have any hesitation
That what I wrote and recorded was absolutely amazing
In fact, it's one of the greatest tracks that I have created
That's what has taken me aback out of his hatred
This made it painful to think about each one of my compositions
And wonder who tried envisioning something that I envisioned
When it suddenly hit me, my artistic vision isn't even considered
When my music's being listened to, is it?
It's always vocals too low, the beat is too loud
Could you just shut up and listen to what I'm speaking about
Well, excuse me for wanting the vocals and instrumental to blend together
So they don't sound like separate entities sewn together
[Chorus]
Why is everyone impressed with things I'm not impressed with
And what I consider great they're not impressed with
That's the part that baffles as an artist the most
And how professionals tolerate it is out of my scope
[Verse 2]
It's difficult for me to run the thought
Of imagining myself thought of as an underdog
Since most of my life in every activity I've participated
I had an imminent feeling that I was the clear favorite
Not that I was especially gifted, but people insisted
That my achievement of success isn't distant
So I always felt the pressure that I had a lot to prove
And not to lose what I have already accomplished too
And even when rapping with lyrical monsters such as D-MK and Young Mic
My gut would be telling me: "Better get ready to rap the best verse of your life
'cause people expect you to shine", and when I don't think that this could be done
There is this temptation to calculate music in order to please everyone
But I know that nobody will ever appreciate my artistic vision the way I view it
So I do not make it an exhibition or make it stupid
'cause trying to cater to people and doing what's popular
With a specific mission is a waste of music
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Self Critic, everything in mind is gridded
I'm able to analyze anything logically, the sky's the limit
You give me whatever topic you want, I'm committed to quickly provide specific
Legitimate arguments if I can find a minute
Levelheaded analysis is living at ease in my mind
Never letting emotions get in a way of my reasoning line
It's evident that I'm a dependable and intelligent guy
Benevolent in general, but I'm always focused, ready to fight
I don't think I'm the most perfect person alive
I've made plenty of stupid choices in my personal life
Which I'm paying the price for, remaining an eyesore
To the same people I saw as a pain in my life before
When I blindly swore I'd never sink as low as them
Yet I get a feeling the rope is thin
But what gives me an incentive not to yield and choose to go
Is fighting all on my own and what I've achieved by doing so