[Vishiss Speaking]

Yo, a lot of people are gonna compare me,
to so and so, and say I just rap like who and who.
Well fuck you and you (fuck you and you).
Cuz I'ma do what I do. I can do whatever I want.
And fuck what you talkin' about.

[Verse 1]
Why you gotta compare me? I just wanna put down my shit.
You don't tell Styles to quit rappin' 'cause he sounds like Clipse.
I don't tell you how to be you, bitch, get out of my face.
You ain't tell Puff to quit rappin' back when he sounded like Ma$e.
You ain't say shit about Ying Yang when they sounded like Juve.
You ain't say shit about No Limit when they found the same groove. (Uh)
I think you need to take a look at yourself,
before I limit what I do because of somebody else.
And just barely I'm here for a year and nearly condemned.
They compare to Em' here because it's scary to them.
That there could possibly be another one that could fool with it.
At first I took it like a compliment I was cool with it.
But slowly it started to get on my nerves, past the point of return.
No more time for civilized words.
What you thought? No more white people were possibly tight?
You say I sound like Em? Well yeah, you're probably right.
This is how I sound. This is real life and in spite
of you, do you fuckin' idiots realize that I'm white?
Guess I just sound like I'm a white person, you might learn something,
If you listen to my sermon that I'm serving.

(Hook)
*sung*
If I wanna sing RnB, why somebody gotta fuck with me?
I got a gift and I don't know why I should hide it.
I don't know-oh-oh-oh.
Ain't gonna put a limit on my abilities.
Because of this I've finally found release.
I do it all for the love of the music,
I love it, I swear that it's not for the dough-oh-oh.

[Verse 2]
Look inside of yourself and you will see,
deep inside of the mind of you, is me.
I reside in a place that you hide away,
filled with things that you dyin' to say.
Tryin' to fake, Lord tell me why do I ache?
'cause I'm in hell now, but I'll be inside one day.
But until then, I'ma get what I can.
It's in Gods hands, and that's where I stand.
But still I gotta come and change up my style.
Gotta come and spit a little something
Spit another rap that's angry and vile.
Your ratings are down, I'm crazy, hateful,
Shady, and violent, and maybe it's 'cause you made me this way,
And look at you hating me now.
Maybe the sound of my voice makes your lady get down,
Maybe 'cause how all the ways that I'm making you bounce,
œBut if it did, then I'ma never get,
all the money and the women and the girls and the cars?
I gotta be a star, I ain't even got a car let alone do I own a garage.?
So fuck you when you tell me to stop,
doing what it is that I do best, you know that it's all that I got.
If I go back, dog, I'll never make bail.
I'm begging you, please don't make me end up dead or in jail.
'cause I ain't shit. Without rap I have got nothing.
I would not fuck with you dude I am not bluffin'.
You take this from me I won't try to be good.
I'll fuckin' kill you because you fuckin' with my livelihood.
You can't hold me. No, you can't deny me.
This is mine, you want it, bitch, than come try me.
Look me in the eye, realize that I'm a mad man.
I'm warning you, show me respect, this is your last chance.
Willing to, DIE, for all that I believe in.
Call me psycho, 'cause sometimes, man, I feel it.
Won't cop pleas as long as I'm still breathing,
Oh God, how I hope that I see Jesus.
Or until that day I promised that I'ma stay strong,
I'll hold my head up, it ain't gonna be long.
I just pray that with my time that I captured life,
and I don't burn in the inferno in the afterlife.
So feel these words that are piercing your soul.
I'm gonna die with no fears when I go.
With no regrets, came my death, screaming FUCK THE WORLD!
If my last breath, has this test slightly come unfurled,
I seen the light, but it's dark at the end.
Take heed to my words, don't make me start shit again.
Life's a waiting game, and everything gonna die,
This music is my LIFE!

*speaking*
I'm gonna die. We all gonna die. Who cares? What are you gonna do?

[Verse 3]
I'ma live life, and I'ma live it to the fullest.
There's a place for lost souls and broke poets.
We both know it's over but don't show it.
We reap, sow it, and order some more bullshit.
We need to change, need to rearrange, the
way we be seeing things, fuck grammy's and VMA's.
I'm just me, don't give a fuck about requirements,
don't be mad at me, I'm a product of my environment.

[Hook]