Shmakity - The Lonely Musician lyrics

[Intro] Yea. Shmakity! [Verse] I hiss like I spit acidic liquid from beneath my teeth, and feel the fire in my lungs when I get to breathe. I'm a disease, the sketchy phantom of the opera, brains lopsided, only the right side gets to prosper. Like an eclipse, fused together with a skeleton, I'll probably walk into a crop field for the Hell of it. Midnight crows get attacked by the owls, clouds dangle in front of the stars while you hear the wind howl. These are visions of a paranormal misfit, while I'm spitting lyrics, standing slanted, shifting, rapping, pa**ing swishers. The third eyes cries when the mind realizes that the world is doomed to the tomb from the narrow minded. But I'm reminded, half of you still ain't sh**, still stuck on mainstream and all that other lame sh**. I could be, but I believe that everything is all I see, Can't snap back to reality 'cause life ain't nothing but a dream. What a sixteen I had to propel so mean. f** you mean? I just smoothly walk onto the scene. Good grief, it's like I'm gonna rip apart your seems, after they stitched you up and forced you into your dreams. See what I'm saying? I'll use my powers for good, but in the same sense, I gotta do what I should. Gotta let you rappers know that I can spit it cold and by the time the saliva hits you, it'll leave you frozen. So freeze, get it trapped in your vortex. Let it linger in your mind, and you'll define what happens next. I already told you, no one's gonna let you live, when you're d**h in a hoodie with a long bladed stick. The blood'll trickle thick and flow unless you stop it. When the night falls, I'm far off from a prophet. Alone, battling myself with a rope, Self destruction, name calling, best to stick with sticks and stones. [Outro] Yea, ahh. He was the lonely musician. Shmakity. STAR-V.