Getting a first visual on the object
Launch a full a**ault
Missiles
Direct hit!
Take that target down at all cost
It's still standing!
[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
And I don't even feel human no more
So many hotels and venues as I stand at the door
And I ain't seen home in like five minutes
(Mr. Ahn, six minutes you're on)
I grab the mic with the last bit of life I got ready
Sick as hell, dead and ain't got a damn that's left in me
Blood, sweat, and tears
Watch as the crowd responds to calls that I drop
On state roads drivin' to places I rocked
And they're like, "Yo Adam, you changed, man. You're different."
Cause I've been forged through fire
And fortified in the system
Seen the graveyards of indie artists who didn't last
Where they laid down their bones at grave sites that I pa**ed
This one for is Cold Crush, this one is for Def Jux
This one is for everybody still independent as f**
Still making the dope tracks
Trying their best to pay rent
Still struggling to make it real
Still trying to represent
And just because I got a little bit of shine
Don't think that the same problems will crop up
And just because you think you're coming up
With some buzz from out the scene
I ain't hear ya sh** talk
Little message board chumps
My rhymes are too simple
My songs are too tight
My live show's not k**ing
I'm fake you should retire
My name's too similar to other rappers
Who've been here in the game for way longer
Why they thinkin' your name is my name?
It's all the same as I wake and smell the coffee
Drive for hours, reach the venue
And try to sell them a copy
Of the album that I'm not even happy with no low
Perfectionist won't show
Broadcast like Low Joe[?]
Yo, you know you can't call me human dudes
I stayed off of junk food solvin' your rubik's cubes
This here's the beginning of the next phase
Of comic book raps
So all you naysayers best to take a step back
It's like no h*mosapien
No h*mosapien (X 3)