Death2Vinyl

[Verse]
I got first-class entertainment skills, with third-class respect
Unless you on the stage, I'm sorry, they value for you is less
And it's not less, like less is more, it's rooted in your flesh
Like them nooses they looped and (?), and tied around your neck
How you livin' like you game-changed, (n word), you a shit-stain
Whole personality is rented when your shit sprain
Tell me how the fuck you get position disconnect
'Cause these (n words) show support of the conditions
They support with false intentions
It's accepted when pretending that you really out here ridin' for your (n words)
Hold your own account instead of tryna play the victim
I ain't tryna play the game, I'm tryna glitch the fuckin' system
I'm tired of you (n words)
My antics always antisocial and isolated
I'd rather be alone and intoxicated
Been here before
Nothin's changed like my vision is antiquated
Fuck the world, prepare for my semination
Elevated
Make a mark, it's double and connected like Siamese
You obsolete
Boutta turn you (n words) resignees
Manifest, monopolise, and my bourgeoisie can't find me
After you revealin' the Ponzi
That's scheming
You understand my schematics and knowin' my damage
I'm so Socratic
Watchin' (n words) lose themselves over lust and fabrics
Wealth is status, health is lavish, combust the addict, influx of static
You can hang me by that rope and drop it, Soap MacTavish
I'm makin' moves, you makin' scenes
That's why you so dramatic
My new wave balanced, my shoe game classic
Go-go gadget, go (?)