Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Monologue, artist - EMC. Date of issue: 03.05.2015
Song language: English
The Monologue |
| Hate everything about you, your life don’t apply to me |
| Your family, religion, your birth |
| Don’t be surprised if I attack you violently |
| And it’s on, a variety, your video’s viraly |
| Never pass words like passwords require me |
| Turn your |
| If you apply to me, it should be a hundred grand |
| To Western Union or MoneyGram, that you wired me |
| Hated me quietly, invaded your privacy |
| Like reading it lout loud, every sentence in your diary |
| Play tennis, then I’m watchin' «Menace II Society» |
| From an image, you don’t take a minute to admire me |
| Snap back, shit is shoelaces that attire me |
| Despite despisin' me, the irony are even when you diss me |
| You still need words for describin' me |
| Backstage, more shows, green room, wardrobe |
| Soundcheck, no, packed house, more fans |
| Bright lights, no time, countdown, showtime |
| One more for the catalogue. |
| Hey, this be the monologue! |
| Listen, you pathetic man! |
| The niggas think you real |
| But you fake just like a prosthetic hand |
| Man, said you was gon' drop |
| Said, you was gon' pop just like a synthetic string |
| Damn, still waitin' on your debut |
| Went through that little money that they gave you |
| Uh, now you sittin' home, thumbtappin' |
| Ask, he know you’ve done rappin' |
| Oh, so that’s why you for |
| Cause you can’t get a show, can’t get a tour |
| Now you’re lyin' in a rage |
| And you try to engage in a Facebook/Twitter war |
| Thus you ain’t get the memo |
| Washed up weedheads shouldn’t make demos |
| Get a job, get another job, get fired |
| Your carreer is like your passwort, expired! |
| Yo! |
| Back in the days, was on the phone with Ace |
| Hes said, Strick, you’re a star! |
| You belong in space! |
| From that point, I been on a case. |
| Now I’m hot |
| That’s why I walked in a spot just like I own the place! |
| microphone, you hand me |
| I’m over-confident and cocky, cause I can be |
| I got alotta fans I gotta please |
| From Wisconsin, so I drink alotta beer and got alotta cheese |
| And tell Puff, I’m a bad boy, but I never sign |
| He probably do me like Black Rob and I’ll never shine |
| Get it? |
| Black-Rob-shine? |
| Fuck it, nevermind! |
| That’s what I get for tryin' to hit you with a clever line |
| Cause most niggas want it dumbed down |
| And when they finally get the shit that I spit, they be lookin' |
| Should get scared when I come around (yup) |
| I don’t battle. |
| If I did, dudes will be dead after one round |