Diabolic - Reasons lyrics
[Diabolic - Reasons lyrics]
I'm respected in this game
I've rocked every spot I've been in
While you can't show your face
Like Islamic women rocking linen
But, I'm stuck living in mom's
House without a fucking bed
Cause these major labels put out
Wack emcees like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touching bread
I've been ducking feds
Ain't even hustle for myself
I spent it on some cunt instead
Got nothing left
Every breath is harder than the last
When success seems out of reach
Slipping farther in the past
That's why I'm trashed
Sparking up this hash in a session
Packing up more angel dust than
The addict in heaven
That's why I'm pissed off like
Having a bladder infection
With broken catheters left in my dick
When I have an erection
It got me liable to snap
In a matter of seconds
Pulling Mac-11s like Pun from the
Back of an Acura Legend
I just think of my future
Past and the present
Try to capture the essence and find
Some sort of lasting impression
But all I found's a corrupt
Cop's act of aggression
Grabbing me and smashing my head in
With the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the blessings
Of a Catholic confession
And why I take cash when
The plate's passed for collection
I've had it with being the
Illest rapper to step in
Lacking success in the game when dudes bite
Like they don't have a reflection
I've had it with these labels
So I'm breaking the mold
Cause they ain't just
Taking creative control
They're taking my soul!
The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief
The reason that I steal
The reason that I cheat
Is the reason you avoid me when
I'm walking down the street
And it's probably the same reason
I'll end up deceased
The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief
The reason that I steal
The reason that I cheat
Is the reason that I wild out
And riot in the street
And it's the same reason my fucking
Life will never have peace
Yo I think about Hip-Hop and how
They just take it away
Cause, I grew up when Wu
Tang got rotational radio play
But nowadays if I say shit
I'm nothing but a hater
Til I pull a rusty razor and cut your face
Like "fuck your paper!"
Maybe I'm mad cause labels use
Food stamps to pay me
But, I can't be only one who'd
Rather hear Boot Camp than Jay-Z so yeah
I'm underground and my fans are backpackers
But at least my fans don't buy
Mixtapes full of wack rappers i can't front
I listen when I'm in the
Club grabbing tit's and
The bass is so loud I don't
Hear the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour
Glitz and packs of crack you're flipping
Won't be real 'til you stop bragging and
Say it was a bad decision
If you're anything like me
You're poor with a tortured past
Getting beat by pigs because your pants
Are half off your ass
Ain't tossin' cash in photographs
With some camera crew
You was black and blue in
Handcuffs on New York Avenue
That's the truth
That's the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feeling out of place like Muslims
With a Jewish bible
Been taking drama from my baby mama
Now my mind is gone
Weight of the world's on my shoulders
And eight planets piled on rifle drawn
Pointed at the cops when you calling them
Six million ways to die, I'll try all of them
Holding a Glock and squeezing until
They stop my breathing
I know I'm crazy, don't ask me why
I got my reasons
I've rocked every spot I've been in
While you can't show your face
Like Islamic women rocking linen
But, I'm stuck living in mom's
House without a fucking bed
Cause these major labels put out
Wack emcees like Pumpkinhead
So I ain't touching bread
I've been ducking feds
Ain't even hustle for myself
I spent it on some cunt instead
Got nothing left
Every breath is harder than the last
When success seems out of reach
Slipping farther in the past
That's why I'm trashed
Sparking up this hash in a session
Packing up more angel dust than
The addict in heaven
That's why I'm pissed off like
Having a bladder infection
With broken catheters left in my dick
When I have an erection
It got me liable to snap
In a matter of seconds
Pulling Mac-11s like Pun from the
Back of an Acura Legend
I just think of my future
Past and the present
Try to capture the essence and find
Some sort of lasting impression
But all I found's a corrupt
Cop's act of aggression
Grabbing me and smashing my head in
With the back of his weapon
That's why I'm beyond the blessings
Of a Catholic confession
And why I take cash when
The plate's passed for collection
I've had it with being the
Illest rapper to step in
Lacking success in the game when dudes bite
Like they don't have a reflection
I've had it with these labels
So I'm breaking the mold
Cause they ain't just
Taking creative control
They're taking my soul!
The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief
The reason that I steal
The reason that I cheat
Is the reason you avoid me when
I'm walking down the street
And it's probably the same reason
I'll end up deceased
The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief
The reason that I steal
The reason that I cheat
Is the reason that I wild out
And riot in the street
And it's the same reason my fucking
Life will never have peace
Yo I think about Hip-Hop and how
They just take it away
Cause, I grew up when Wu
Tang got rotational radio play
But nowadays if I say shit
I'm nothing but a hater
Til I pull a rusty razor and cut your face
Like "fuck your paper!"
Maybe I'm mad cause labels use
Food stamps to pay me
But, I can't be only one who'd
Rather hear Boot Camp than Jay-Z so yeah
I'm underground and my fans are backpackers
But at least my fans don't buy
Mixtapes full of wack rappers i can't front
I listen when I'm in the
Club grabbing tit's and
The bass is so loud I don't
Hear the trash you're spittin'
All that glamour
Glitz and packs of crack you're flipping
Won't be real 'til you stop bragging and
Say it was a bad decision
If you're anything like me
You're poor with a tortured past
Getting beat by pigs because your pants
Are half off your ass
Ain't tossin' cash in photographs
With some camera crew
You was black and blue in
Handcuffs on New York Avenue
That's the truth
That's the reason I'm almost suicidal
Feeling out of place like Muslims
With a Jewish bible
Been taking drama from my baby mama
Now my mind is gone
Weight of the world's on my shoulders
And eight planets piled on rifle drawn
Pointed at the cops when you calling them
Six million ways to die, I'll try all of them
Holding a Glock and squeezing until
They stop my breathing
I know I'm crazy, don't ask me why
I got my reasons