Diabolic, DJ GI Joe - Mission Statement lyrics

I'm your worst nightmare
I spit the shit you're dreaming of
Dope as intravenous drugs flooding
River Phoenix' blood
Building from the ground up 'til
I'm in the suite above
Buzzed, twisting greener bud than
Wiz Khalifa does
See I ain't rhyming 'bout the
Diamond rings and flashy cars
Finer things than caviar
I just bring it as we are
And it got me thinking that the
Bar's been raised to mount position
With the weight and pounds I'm lifting
Barely makes an ounce of difference
Still fans play it loud
They say I make 'em proud to listen
They use it to escape like
Tunnels breaking out of prison
And they relate 'cause life's a bitch who
Knows her way around my kitchen
But wouldn't give me cake with flour
And baking powder mixed in
Bank account's deficient
Withdrew and overdraft
Can't afford to see the sky
Go from blue to overcast
So I use emotion as fuel
And spew explosive gas
Like a supernova blast coming
Through your phonograph

I choose to go a path that
Don't meet the status quo
Chose to be an average-Joe
Earn my keep and stack some dough
I chose to speak the truth 'cause
The people had to know
And they told me go to Hell
With the demons trapped below
They said Hip-Hop was dead
They confirmed it as deceased
'Til I reached out the casket through
The dirt and grabbed their feet
So I could pull them underground
Where verses smash the beat
And every person that meet is
Vermin turning savage beast
My work's a masterpiece
Think not it's all the same
At least I’ve gotten all the chains from
Here to shopping malls in Maine
Watching y'all drop the ball from
Atop the Hall of Fame
Then just stop and call the game
Like these drops of falling rain
Yo it's not my fault the pain's too
Much for angels on your shoulder
And their inner demons represent my
Name up on a poster sean came a long way
Now he's way beyond the culture
An abomination spawned from the
Greatest song composers

I'll napalm your soldiers
I'll spray a loaded Glock
I'm not like these people
I embrace the culture shock
I'll celebrate the day my foes
Are laid below to rot
And chase Patron with shots of Jack
Straight and smoke some pot
Got the same approach with cops 'til
They raid the local spots
Or invade my home with SWAT and
Snipers aim from over top
That's not cool anymore
They say the game is going Pop
Rap about playing beer pong with
A case of Rolling Rock i'm like fuck that
To me it'll always be the golden age
Skills matter and ill rappers like
Me control the stage
Releasing flows and waves leaving
People so amazed they bend over backwards
Their calf muscles reach
Their shoulder blades
From beneath the overpaid
Where it's not commercialized
'Bolic drops the certified fire
Watch him burn alive
I will lock it worldwide
Hip-Hop will turn the tides
And whoever fucking doubted me
Y'all are first to die