(Chorus)
They don't really listen to the words. (Repeat X4)
They don't listen to the words
Listen to the words
Don't listen to the words.

(Verse 1)
Better become better with cleverness.
Learn to tame the letters and tether them
forever. Put effort in.
I'll never make a record with messages
that tremble in the presence of reverence,
nor bash you for religion.
but no one ever listens to the words, eh?
forget what the words say
only care for rhythm when the verse plays.
..Kinda like a metronome.
Move to the groove on your syllabic steppin stones.
Why would I work on wordplay?
turn bass up til the rumble crumbles your brain.
curtain close. Sit down, brother, because your lame.
First name? (Konscience) Pass the mic off to this German.
..
I forgot to say my surname.
SnS the label that will kill you on your birthday.
Who bore you in the first place?
Ignorance is bliss, and overthinking is the worst pain.
[pause beat]
(System shutting down)
Where'd the beat go? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not fucking done.
[mouse clicking] fucking piece of shit computer..
[beat starts up] There we go. Underground problems.
[Spit]
I'm an insomniac officer; don't get mad when I resist arrest.
Sista rest! Nestle up with stories that I writ for death.
I'm a ghost writer. I'm a hot head.
Girl, you lookin pretty gorgeous. Fuckin drop dead.
Fuck with Konscience. His rhymes will tend to make you fuckin nautious,
and give you fuckin seizures in the middle of a moshpit!
(bwe-e-e-e-e)You soundin like a motorboat.
plus, the way you foam and choke is lookin like an overdose.

Just sayin


(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Is this thing even on? mic check.
Is this thing even on my dick?
Man that bitch is crazy as fuck yea, I guess
but that magic ass is talking to me, like shrek.
You can't touch what you can't see me
and you can't see me so just sit if you can't stand me
In the past he was trashy now he's getting nasty
like two girls one cup call it chocolate ass cream
Flashy
Like 5 0 lights
my pen gets a spark when this pyro writes.
Pointless song, still I'm so tight.
Tighter than a motha fuckin tight rope, right?
A psycho right but I know this psycho might blow like dynomite.
Crank these tunes right here and damage your ears like when tyson fights (Don't chew on that, Mikey)
Why am I a lyricist?
Writing all these words, but the listeners ain't hearin it
..They'd rather I spit clever, not serious
like I'm a grammar nazi cuz I hate missed periods.
Fuck, now I gotta mirror this
image of a gimmick. I'm just gonna stay clear of it.
I just wanna be me and make a career of it,
or try til I die like a die-hard tryhard!
My God, I'm done
dumbin shit like white blondes.
puttin thought in my songs.
No one cares so why bo-
ther?
No one can apply thought
Now, here's the problem quite solved:
I'ma turn my mic off.

well.. one more chorus


(Chorus)