tpk - Too Much Crap lyrics
[Intro] I hold too much crap in my hands, now they're filthy! Too much crap can be a bad thing, if you get my gist [Verse 1] I made about 60 albums, 80% of them were crap I don't know how I, improved in rap... Through persistence... I couldn't tell... My albums were the equivalent of hell They told me my mastering was sh**ty, they were right My production was tinny, I couldn't put up a fight So therefore I'm trying to improve my work But I couldn't enunciate, and the words f**ing hurt I don't know why the f** I made Flora's Diary It wasn't fire, I couldn't even see... What I was making. A transs**ual girl, what was I thinking? Why wasn't my island sinking? Because nobody was on it, I was the only one alone... And I couldn't even figure out how to atone When I got typecasted for this sh** Man, their typecasting was legit [Prelude 1] Yeah, smell the crap on me! You can smell it from like miles away It's that cow kind so it's especially smelly... I don't expect people to like me because of the crap I make I expect them to hate me... [Verse 2] I diss people who are irrelevant I make diss songs that don't even make sense Because the rhyme structure is lame And I have a faulty non-working brain I try to make rhymes the best that I can But my speech impediment does not give a damn Slurs the words around, makes me mispronounce words I don't even understand it's so absurd I should learn how to enunciate by doing more rap But I understand that my raps are crap I don't care what you think, this is who I am... I can't get rid of it, the surgery does not exist god damn So what am I supposed to do, keep making the crap... And then, I'll be able to rap... Somehow, someway... I'm going to make it in the place But then again, I have to become a disgrace... [Prelude 2] I'm a 100% crap, that's a true fact At least that's according to the people who diss me History shall be made The crap shall cease [Verse 3] My mastering is tinny, my production is lame... My voice is motherf**ing squeaky, I can't even play the game... Properly, because I can't really say The words I want to say because they call me gay I don't even understand how the f** I can improve... I listen to this sh** yet they call me rude things... Like terrible producer, terrible masterer I don't want to pay $100 just to get the sh** produced yo What happens if the beats aren't compatible? What happens if my speech impediment just slurs? What happens if I offend a producer in general? Then I lose everything, and it hurts... To do this sh**, I don't even understand... Why the f** I keep repeating words god damn It's because I s**, yes truly so... And I don't know where the f** I'm going to go... With my career