Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Masochist, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Archetype, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2005
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Masochist |
Everything happens for a reason |
And my reason to be’s to see shit happen for a reason — One event to the next |
It’s like I’m stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses |
Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes |
I’ve been mocked and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous |
Though my flow’s been plugged enough to stop faucets |
I’ve thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind |
And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that I get from |
within |
I’ve protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship |
But both my coats are ripped and I can’t seem to decide on clothes that fit |
Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I’m wondering if it’ll all be worth |
it |
Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with |
This curse, this evil urge I feel for verses |
Is one of my life’s real perversions |
I seal my curtains when I write, I feel disturbance from the light |
I deal with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to |
reveal it’s perfect |
And words I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot |
They rather hear me rock off of the top |
There’s pitfalls in my socks, so I walk with caution |
Somebody halt the auction! |
Cause my soul’s on sale, and I thought I lost it |
If I gotta fight for the rest of my life |
Then I’m gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) |
Cause I hate the way you hurt me |
But I can’t get enough of your love |
And who the hell am I supposed to be? |
A holy priest holding a rosary? |
Some type of bold stoic Moses of poetry? |
Should I be holding heat to pose for the streets |
A total phoney? |
If I said my name was 'Tony' would you know it’s me? |
Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease over these bolder beats |
But the flow’s too cheap to pay for groceries |
And in the throws of grief I choke and breathe |
Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don’t know if we both believe |
I scope the scene, and I’m watching these bills build up |
I’m nice with a day-job, these niggas write all day and still suck |
And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts |
I kill dubs, but I don’t have the mills to pay for real pub |
My chilled love melts on occasion |
Cause brainwashed niggas only feelin' my track if Clue or Flex will play it |
Who you expect to say this shit if I don’t? |
What? |
Cause I don’t wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his |
playlists |
I’m searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you’re hard to market |
Fuck art, cause thugs aren’t the smartest targets |
And I’m not abstract enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up |
And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the love |
And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it’s real |
It seems I’m cruising, and they’re still using these crooked stones for wheels |
And when you know the deal, it doesn’t evoke the most appeal |
Like stolen Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal |
I’ve sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this |
From Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements |
My family suffered a grievance when we discussed I was leaving |
Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings |
There’s something appeasing in the corruption of demons |
Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding |
But times up, months it’s exceeded |
Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are bleeding |
Knowing I ain’t had it as tough as Jesus |
This shit doesn’t compete or even touches what he did |
But, will I be signed by 33? |
Cause my teens were fucking depleted |
Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens |
But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, then? |
(Ha) |
I must be conceited, right? |
Well, I’m balanced out by the lack of self-esteem |
I’ve felt since I’ve learned how to read & write |
Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are tight |
Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5,000 people die |
(SOB! SOB!) Feel bad for the rap artist? |
But pour your soul into something for responses that’s half-hearted |
Terminate relationships on the basis of past hardships |
And then you’ll see why every review’s like another line on my scarred wrist |
This light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness |
It’s impossible to trap my lips, when I have to spit |
I try to swim away, but I keep getting dragged back in this |
Come to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I’m a Masochist |
If I gotta fight for the rest of my life |
Then I’m gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) |
Cause I hate the way you hurt me |
But I can’t get enough of your love |