Chorus:
And every single track gets louder
And every single track gets rowdier
And every single track makes me prouder
Because every single track gets fouler
And on this day I say clear the area (x3)
'Cause I'm about to cause Hysteria
(x2)
Verse:
I'm rippin' your ears out, fillin' 'em with sound
While I got my feet placed firmly on the ground
'Cause I'm a realistic guy, don't look to the clouds
Don't get my dreams smashed back to the ground
Landed in the mud straight onto your mug
Don't feel good knowin' that you've been f**ed
Knowin' you've been robbed of your rightful place
Knowin' that you're still in darker days
Knowin' that you're still in a spiteful phase
And only gettin' drunk takes away the pain
No, I didn't sign up for that
No, I won't ride up for that
I didn't sign up so I could make a track about swingin' a bat and shootin' a gat
I wanna make my own track
I wanna make my own rap
Somethin' that you can't take
Somethin' that you can't fake
Somethin' where you can relate
Somethin' that I can't fake
Not in it for the money, not in it for the fame
Who cares about that sh**? I'm in it for the game
Never let the game change me, I'd never get the fame
But even if I did, it's the game that I'd change
Chorus:
And every single track gets louder
And every single track gets rowdier
And every single track makes me prouder
Because every single track gets fouler
And on this day I say clear the area (x3)
'Cause I'm about to cause Hysteria
(x2)