GrewSum - My Life lyrics

Yeah, I like to welcome you to
The new era of Grewsum
7th Seal Entertaiment
Let's show em how we do baby

Syllables burnin' in my mouth like listerine
I need to cleanse my soul with Mr clean
Sickest fiend, vicious thing
Thinking too much when I'm sippin' liquor
Scheme plot and knot impossible thoughts
Of toppin' this obsticle
Properly droppin' rock
And you’re outta your socks
Oh my God man, now that's a raw plan
I ain't coolin' down I'm
Keepin' it hot fam
Feelin' stressed, lettin' it double within
Lettin' my honesty get me in trouble again
Cause Prozak is nothing more
Than strange baggage
Fuckin’ up a whole label that came savage
Till they went and signed a no talent aerobic
The only threat that he compose
Is as a terrorist
Nobody cares cause you're speakin'
Out your anal you made it famous dog
Being the weakest on your label you fag

This is my life, this is my home
This is my mic, so this is my throne
This is my mind, so this is my choice
So I'mma do it until you're
Sick of my voice

I'm not a shit talker
I'm just sayin' what needs to be said
So I can get it up in your head
I won't apologize
If I said it it's what I meant
Lit fuse with a tank of oil
Lit it up in my head
Yeah I spit vivid and I live wicked
I look at it like it's my world
You live in it
You gone of off that liquor well
Let me piss in it
You made a whole fucking career
Off a bitch gimmick
Now people lookin' at me
Like I'm the savior
Like it's up to me to make this pop major
Been sending out demos and it's obnoxious
Now I'm sending these labels Unabomber boxes
They want no gruesome shit, no dark raps
No white boy from where the corn stalks at
So I can really be the illest rapper livin'
And still be doin' nothing but
Sittin' and hop gettin' motherfucker

This is my life, this is my home
This is my mic, so this is my throne
This is my mind, so this is my choice
So I'mma do it until you're
Sick of my voice

Visions spinnin' like a twister I'm
Livin' in the storm
C-Mob said it right cause we
Children of the corn
Flippin' out this evening
Stephan King status
I ain’t gon' lie to you
You people need practice
I ain’t bumpin' gums I just
Thought I let you know
That 3rd Degree's my boy and
That dude's about to blow
You probably think I'm faking
But keep that on the low
Cause when it happens I'll be chillin'
And sayin "I told you so"
Plus Lo Key is fire
I'm sayin' that he's sick
Just because you're not don't be
Hatin' on the kid but let em keep talkin'
Cause the shit amusing and word of mouth is
Way better than distribution
Welcome to my life, welcome to my home
Welcome to my fight and my
Struggle and my zone that I live in, mind
Trippin', rhyme flippin', i’m sick and
I’m pissin' rivers on guys
Bitchin' so pay attention

This is my life, this is my home
This is my mic, so this is my throne
This is my mind, so this is my choice
So I'mma do it until you're
Sick of my voice