Rees Millstead


legacy


I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is fallin'
Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian?
What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in?
Cause I don't belong in this world, that’s why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often flyin' off at
The handle at my mom, no dad, so I am non-com-
Pliant at home, at school, I’m just shy and awkward
And I don’t need no goddamn psychologist
Trying to diagnose why I have all these underlying problems
Thinking he can try and solve 'em, I’m outside chalking
Up drawings on the sidewalk and in the front drive talking
To myself, either that or inside hiding off in
The corner somewhere quiet, trying not to be noticed cause I’m crying and sobbin'
I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin'
Some cocksucker shoved me into a fucking locker cause he said that I eye-balled him

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is fallin'
Why am I so differently wired in my noggin?
Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind bogglin'
Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit
Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara, then split
But I don’t give a shit, I’m fine long as
There's batteries in my Walkman
Nothing is the matter with me, shit look on the bright side at least I ain’t walkin'
I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment
Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that
I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it
Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit
But if this is all there is for me, life offers
Why bother even trying to put up a fight? It's nonsense
But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience
What about them rhymes I've been jottin', they are kind of giving me confidence
Instead of trying to escape through my comics
Why don't I just blast a little something, like Onyx
To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that
Say what I want to say to the kid that said that I eyeballed him
Grab hold of my balls like that's right, fight's on bitch
Who woulda' knew from the moment I turned the mic on that
I could be iconic, in my conquest
That's word to Phife Dog from a Tribe Called Quest

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is fallin'
Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome
Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this and connect lines like crosswords
And use my enemy's words as strength to try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em
Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit
By you wack fucking giant sacks of lying dog shit
Now you shut up bitch, I am talkin'
Thought I was full of horseshit and now you fucking worship the ground on which I am walkin'
Me against the world so what, I'm Brian Dawkins
Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense
So bring on the Giants, Falcons and Miami Dolphins
It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplying coffins
Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Balding-
Ers, you're going to die a ball licker, I've been diabolic-
Al with this dialogue since '99 Rawkus
You don't respect the legacy I leave behind y'all can
Suck a dick, the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass in a flying saucer full of Italian sausage
The most high exalting and I ain't haltin'
Till I die of exhaustion inhale my exhaust fumes
The best part about me is I am not
You, I'm me, I'm the Fire Marshall
And this is my

Submitted: Friday, December 06, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 06, 2013

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