WesydeUnderground - Mr. Stizzle Lyrics

Ghost rap written, sittin' on ya chair bitchin'
Wishin' you had talent but you know that shit's missin'
Dissin' people on a mission and that's forbidden
Not a single f*ckin' clue about the life that we're livin'
Gave all my blood and tears for 13 years of my life
I've sacrificed for this music so motherf*cker peep sight
To the man and the plan you can't keep in the sand
My name's been slippin' outcha mouth like you know who I am
You better bite your f*ckin' tongue before it's bitin' you back
How do you sleep at night knowin' that on every track
Your weak-ass flow is nothin' more than someone's throw-away rap
Yeah, haha, you know that shit is a fact
You can't f*ck with this or anyone who's puttin' their soul
In every f*ckin' sentence as each story unfolds
Instead you feel left out, and all them f*ckin' assholes
That you think are your friends, they just keep strokin' your pole

You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker
You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker

'Cuz you've been wishin' to fit in with your friends and you listen
To all the demos and think that shows are in your line of vision
You got all the money, so you got all the merch
But deep down inside you know ya little feelin's are hurt
Because you just don't know what to put on the page
Don't wanna get called out for being sorry and lame
And you dream of big thangs like you want some respect
But you's a fizzle Mr. Stizzle let's get some shit correct
Breakin' peoples necks is a simple side effect
There's this feelin' you get when you need an outlet
And creatively speaking you never have to be told
Of what to say to the world, because you already know
But you sit on your throne, and watch the game from the side
Wanting to play on the team but you got nothing inside
Always needing attention like that shit that gets you high
And every thing you've ever spit is a goddamn lie

You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker
You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker

Yo, even written by a pro your weak-ass flow is a shame
And I know that you know you don't belong in this game
You're too damn stupid to know you're not a part of a gang
And your people talk about you like they think that you're lame
And that's a statement that I'm makin' on the gravestone I got waitin'
At the end of the duration of this life I've been creatin'
Elevated with the patience waitin' for emancipation
Livin' in the concentration while you lived in aggravation
You seek compensation for blatant retardation
And constant validation from the people in relation
And their friends, and their foes
When we all f*ckin' know that you just f*ckin' blow
So get a f*ckin' clue and open up your f*ckin' eyes
They get the weed they need, free from your supply
And when they come around, you get them all high
So do us all a favor, kiss your rappin' goodbye, 'cuz you's a

You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker
You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker
You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker
You're a 'ghost rap' written son of a bitch
And those words your spittin', they don't mean shit
In this game I'm livin', on the sidelines you sit
And brag about the life you think that you live
You motherf*cker