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letra de the monologue - emc

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[part 1: wordsworth]
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 p-ss words like p-sswords 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

[hook]
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!

[part 2: masta ace]
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

d-mn, 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 p-sswort, expired!

[hook]

[part 3: stricklin]
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 c-cky, 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? f-ck 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

[hook]

- emc

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