[Intro: Sample: from "Dagon" by H. P. Lovecraft] "I am writing under appreciable strain, since by tonight I shall be no more." "You are not alone" - Golum
[Canibus] Yo, my hands are dirty 'cause I shook yours, yeah You tried to curse me 'cause I took yours, but where? Somewhere, nowhere near, I walk where no man dares So the world can share one man's fear My cares are your cares, your tears are my tears When you talk to God I eavesdrop on your prayers I eavesdrop on your prayers The industry cannot stop my career Fuck your record sales, where your skills at? You got a million fans but you're still wack I can't feel that, what they've been exposed to is not real rap Real rap is like chemical crack! I'm driven by my addiction to steal it and bring it back I prove it on every single track, I prove it on every single track This is real Hip Hop before it became wack Do these magazines mention that? No! Does radio pay attention to that? No! Do they thank us for representing that? No! You think I'll let them get away with that!? No! They just use us, abuse us Stupid fucking reality shows do not amuse us, but they don't give two fucks I said they don't give two fucks Now it's all up to you 'Bus
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