Sounds of the Underground's video: Angry Mic -- Life Lyrics in Description

SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/angry-mic-589677577 LYRICS I stood by for this moment, surprised no one noticed Waited for acceptance, stood by to enrollment Dosages of milligrams won't manage my Psychosis I'm having trouble focusing, it's not because I'm Polish I find it repulsive, ya'll showed up to a poll And voted for a myopic POTUS, I exposed the whole pick Pulling for the socialist, must be slow as Slobodan Milošević Holy shit, I know I'm on some opiates Most of us take copious amounts, so emotionless Protesting emboldens all the soldiers holding boulders, just Put that in your bowl and smoke it, that's how I cope with it Focusing on the thought provoking vocals is my soul intent Other's sell their soul for rent, wonder what their motive is To blow like Mr. Holland's Opus? I'm too old for this Is this the opening? Oh, I guess you want a quote again I haven't hit my quota yet, okay, I'll go with it Druggie friends, I'm like Kobe, bitch I don't owe them shit, we can coexist 'Til I'm motor boating older folks in South Dakota motor homes I own the throne, reluctantly, I'm Angry Michael Corleone Cornerstone, the builder ignored, I cornered him Looked into his corneas, told him if you quarrel Leave you waterboarded turn your spinal cord to an accordion We're back in that Delorean, no more moratoriums You thought the morbid orator would take a bunch of Thorazine? Jump off forty stories, leave my story for historians Nah, the God's energized, Thor's snorted Thorium Bars should be quarantined, no need to bring a chorus in I wake up so complacent for the paper, no bravado Father's motto, "Work harder or fucking hit the lotto" Tie draped around my collar, another day, another dollar Sick of waiting for tomorrow, lived from Reagan to Obama It's the same shit, this ain't a comeback, just unpack it Some tracks are amassed while abashed by the masses These rappers come at us, please, ya'll some dumbasses Run fast, my battles like the Daesh in Damascus Debt and taxes, and Angry off his axis Not working on a track list Life's only certainty, discouraged by absurdities Of turning dreams to currency, every verse is free So, fuck the profits of impostors who'll assert they're me I'm sure we'll meet, better save donations for the surgery (Above line refers to the FaceBook page pretending to be Angry Mic and scamming money) I prefer to be unknown, how the fuck have you heard of me? There's hermits in a burka at my next show in Berkeley My journey started in Jersey, was on a murder spree But so nice, no juries returning verdicts of first degree Since a nursery I had no mercy, fuck your courtesy Cursory with your curses, search for "how to work a beat" I'll be the guy who's 33, hanging down on Bourbon Street Or Myrtle Beach serving trees, "Hey kids! You burn CDs?" Burden since my birth, no need to learn about the Birds and Bees Could be infertile, but shit, I conceiving leaving Earth with me I live with a liver that's literally littered, I spit to belittle the imbeciles, delivery's simple, just quit and find a Quentin Miller to bill for similes similar to mine, you upset? You won't do diddly diddle Told rap that I'd be back in December, but that semester I invested in strippers and Mescaline, came back in the Winter Told her that we better off single, but benders make it tough to remember I'm in defenses on this instrumental I give a middle finger if you think we back together I feel bad I left her, can't forget, she ain't on my level But tell her not to settle for the unintelligible motherfukers Who resemble what I try to disassemble She's something special and even though you'll never be with me You should be treated like Nefertiti, speaking regally Here we are, vis–à–vis, used to be my deity Now I don't believe, lead Athena up to a guillotine Got to dead her quick, knowing that I'm wrong No longer holding on, you know that we don't belong So, I ain't hesitant, it's over, so long "It's just a couple bars, not the focus of the song" (Angry Mic - Vessel) I sit down and listen to an album that put out a million Way to go, but those algorithms don't amount to rhythm And he can claim he got more TECs (techs) than Palo Alto with him If I see him, in the name of Altruism You are all the remission but found where Waldo was hidden Wish you didn't 'cause the sickness I draw is malignant Fuck lifting restrictions on pre-existing conditions There's no fixing your affliction, ain't enough meds in the system You don't get it, I'm deadly, oh, you said you could help me? Arm's length, I'm the one who invented the selfie Don't forget to respect me and don't ever upset me If you do, better see more sorries (Sarees) than weddings in Delhi