Kam Moye (Supastition) - Moodswings lyrics
[Verse 1:Phocus] Y'all better catch me on a good day 'cause lately yo I'm getting angry fast Like a reflex I'm taking deep breaths with heat blasts My rappin' gonna blow for me to show they don't believe That when I flow and I mean business cause this business is mean It seems, in the streets expecting me to take crap And give a s**er a half a pound and he's not even in my weight cla** But I won't fake track, I'm real with it, if I ain't feelin' it I wipe my a** with contracts to show you that a deal ain't sh** Cuz I'm a hungry cat that rather stick to fasting Y'all overrated pussies like the b**hes in Maxim Cats are advertising clothes and flows so they can purchase Cuz they ain't commercial MCs man they just commercials You know what's worse is that the underground's confused Hatin' Cats is gettin' paid cuz they sick of paying dues But to chose between the two either stay in underground Or your the pro that made the dough off of that cookie cutter sound [Chorus] I'm having Moodswings (x6) It's either money or respect I'm trapped between the two things (Repeat) [Verse 2:Supastition] Now opportunity knocks but should I walk through the double doors My pride and respect's caught up in a tug of war Should I sign with a check or french kiss my freedom goodbye Nobody wants to be a broke MC and neither do I For years I always loved spittin' embarra**ing topics Trying to be a lyricist and thinking "Who cares if it profits?" But the opposite is what everyone else thought Telling me I'm crazy for selling myself short It's the reoccurring moodswings Affecting my life dreams My mind switch is like mood rings when I write things So yo I'm trying to find the perfect balance the median I'm not trying to be the laughing stock of Rap's Talented Comedian Cuz I don't wanna belly-flop in the mainstream But the rap sh** don't offer me the same things Should I decide to snatch my little respect and bounce Or crossover cuz it benefits my check account [Chorus] [Verse 3:Phocus] I thought i said that I'm the most venomous Pessimist flow wretched The one that kidnapped your inner child and molested it You spent a f**ing ransom on the plants for your flat sound Drowning out your set free styling in the background I might snap and let poisonous darts hit you sh** on your f**ing chin and wipe my a** with your scar tissue Because I'm sick to d**h of rappers frontin' Though they cannot back it up and so they cats is runnin' Something sicker than emission into FM dials With pedophiles are making cake Moving bodies like a snake Its foul But y'all create the atmosphere what that tells So perverts and gangster fakes now oculate the shelves My fan base consists of not one single person I don't feel my own sh** not one single verse So if you thought I give you love cuz your record's gettin' spins And all you spit is whack b**h you better think again [Verse 4:Supastition] Even if I never see a prophet I remain focus I can't stop I feel the pain of a chain smoker I stay true to my roots call me insane hopeless I'm sick of chasing these lame labels the games over I can't relax seeing major cats signing acts Knowing they they not as dope as me, Muneshine, and Raks Oh pardon me I'm infamous for saying rude things I can't be held accountable so blame it on the moodswings [Chorus] (x2)