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letra de alice in traverse town - completely inadequate

alice in traverse town (white rabbit)
written by: completely inadequate (w/ jay blazer)
instrumental: “white rabbit” by dj side

[j.b.]
why does it feel like the credits rolling?
i got lightning in a bottle just can’t get it open
why is now when my circ-mstances better than they ever been
i suck at rapping man i was better hopeless
inspiration in lesser dosses, lack of imagination and ya better focus
i remember when my dedication when unnoticed
and now i can’t figure out what the best approach is

so imma be at your local bodega
with my mixtape in the cd player
and if you don’t listen imma trip like a breaker
turn jay blazer into jay castrator

man i swear that i’m a menace
they lying thought their teeth i just hope they got a dentist
cuz i’m here to clean ’em out like a dental hygienist
and give ’em root c-n-ls more the the maps of venice

hold on-

see i don’t talk about myself enough
i’m too humble and don’t like to embellish much
but my flow is still hot enough to melt the crust
and bring you dream living rapper down to h-ll with us

so face your demons – cuz i just take the beating
get you listening, you lose all sense of sight, taste, smell and touch
this beating banging like a jealous sl-t
i mean its banging like a s-x addict – i’m just out here selling nuts

so you think your’re bulletproof like the 50 game?
i used to think the same back when i was rolling round with a fifth of whisky mang
and a bunch of ugly b-tches that just want you to tell them they’re pretty like they’re trixie tang
rappers now are beggars with a nifty chain and i’m pretty flame
but i could rap blindfolded in a handstand making the beat with my feet
and not even barack obama would give me change

[c.i.]
why does it feel like the curtain’s closing?
shooting for the stars but really only got explosives
ill create my own, will anybody notice?
so when you see a shooting star it’s one i might of broken

see i don’t need the help, i’ll throw my own fits
off with my head or feed it like joplin said
i’m the hookah caterpillar but with only spliffs
tired of the routines, tired of the same sh-t…

(same sh-t) – different week
how much meditating til i can find peace?

look at me – always running on empty
am i low on liquids? i don’t bother checking

caffeine is not a meal
pinch me, is this real?
or simulation?
all alone having conversations
voices come and go in random fluctuations
congratu-f-cking-lations
you set your limitations

never thought i’d have to grab the wheel
when blaming others has so much m-ss appeal
and when they tell me roar, i just tend to squeal
now that i come to think of it, it’s all to conceal

i’m as mad as the hatter, it must be the glue
that holds me on to you, as the mercury scatters
poisoned by love, or is that an illusion?
positioned above the dimension of human

from the city of the 2 live
where people one up each other just to survive
k!lling in the name of their own “good vibes”
this atlantis is bound to drown in no time

now the wonderland is polluted with trash
and still i see the beauty though the looking gl-ss
mind tricks continue, white rabbit appears
i think imma chase him through to the other side of the mirror

peace

-[c.i.]

- completely inadequate

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