Yâall better wake up; you think we donât see yâall drifting? (Drifting)Sleeping on the job and forgetting your position? (Position)
Sit straight and listen what you are missing (Missing)
I cook up a batch, hot straight out the kitchen (Kitchen)
No indecision, I spit right
Heavy as a fist fight
No gloves and no masks
No pain and no slack
No way to look back
Nobody to say I canât make my own path
Cause the way that yâall act, I want to break something
Cominâ at me like the pain I feel means nothing
Cominâ from a place where you canât relate
Where every word from your face comes across as fake
And I can hardly take, the way that yâall treat us
Sending this out to anyone who wonât believe us
Spelling it out so yâall know the deal
And if you canât feel it, maybe you canât feel
Iâm stuck standing alone , alone, alone
Why, Why does it come to this
Iâm stuck standing alone, alone, alone
Why Do I come to be !pissed
Tell âem, Motion
Eat your words
Say what you used to say and act how you used to act
Every time you heard my occupation was a rap attack (rap attack)
My conversationâs stacked, I switch my defense on you
Every time you want to get deep youâll see my knuckle package
Born to die, ferocious emcee make you go back and write your rhymes
My style chokes up like a little league baseball player
It moves, Iâm strangling as Iâm swinging as main mangler
I want to dee-four, poach you as your seafood is C4
Iâm gonna rap and you still knee-high
Yâall want to train with me, guy?
Man, itâs destructive
Man, itâs like jabs from boxing champ Lennox
Perfect for your head, Iâll fit it like New Era hats
That top off suits, B-boy etiquette
Express myself with my hang-side
Then I extend one finger, fuck the four fingers
Iâm stuck standing alone , alone, alone
Why, Why does it come to this
Iâm stuck standing alone, alone, alone
Why Do I come to be !pissed
Yo, Jay (yeah?)
Sometimes I feel itâs like nothing that I ever do's ever good enough (for real)
Like I should stop and go back to L.A.
Back away where I know I wonât be seen
And nobodyâs gonna critique the music that I make
And mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpack
Rapping on a track just to make a buck
For a mix-tape that sucks
And DJ's that donât get it
But I been down that road and I know
People donât wanna go where I might go
Donât wanna know what itâs like
To step outside your zone with a mike
Just controlling the hype
And if we need to take shots from them
And be stopped by them just to meet these ends
Then so be it, I will not hold my breath
Iâm going to spit âtil I got none left
Motion, where you at?
Iâm stuck standing alone , alone, alone
Why, Why does it come to this
Iâm stuck standing alone, alone, alone
Why Do I come to be !pissed