Typecast

From day one I never stood a chance in education
Slow and loud I spoke it sounding like over exaggeration
Only music opened up this unfocused imagination
Slouching in my seat I found I had the hope for smashing crates
And it was battles every day, shackles and the chains

There you go I'm over exaggerating again

I was ten and had no aims like you do when you're that age
Before we knew about the hate inside this petty rap race
Times changed and we went through puberty
Angry teens although aggression seemed like nothing to me
By year ten I was like a ghost in that class
Off smoking my grass and yo as stoned as a path
For more than most of the time mixing potions for highs
Till my clothesmate collapsed, overdosed and nearly died
I felt that sinking feeling creeping up inside fast
Shouting fuck it, stick me in a box and typecast

As we take you from the past to the present
Steadily I'm marching faster on my path to progression
Passing by the darker times I find the laughter a blessing
Otherwise I'd have to cry or swing my palms as a weapon
We take you from the old to the new
Dirty up your sound system like the soles of my shoes
I'm controlling the mood, the one who bears the brunt
Fuck the bullshit, all I wanna do is tear it up

Stealing at the lessons I was wrestling my demons
Feeling young and my special testicles are full of semen
The same sleazy odd bod teasing even Steven
High as fuck without a reason peeling me from off the ceiling
Feeling worthless in my shame, cursing purple flames
Too many times my dick short circuited my brain
I was lurking in the lanes of a personal disgrace
My demented gurning face at every rave I served my place

Times changed and we made it on the stage
Found a way to break the chains, upped the stakes and made a claim
Same shit different day, now I have direction
Painting life in my perception, agonised to fight rejection
Short sighted type of cretin inside the cypher sweating
Narrow minded views bypassing vital lessons
On a one way mission stressing out inside fast
Shouting fuck it, stick me in a box and typecast

As we take you from the past to the present
Steadily I'm marching faster on my path to progression
Passing by the darker times I find the laughter a blessing
Otherwise I'd have to cry or swing my palms as a weapon
We take you from the old to the new
Dirty up your sound system like the soles of my shoes
I'm controlling the mood, the one who bears the brunt
Fuck the bullshit, all I wanna do is tear it up

Into present day I'm facing trials and tribulations
Most behaviour ain't the same inside this world of entertainment
Jealousy and envy reign, I smell the hate it's like a fragrance
Excavated from the mouths of competition trying to break us

If you're talking for the stage you walk a little fakes

Call my name again I'll come and rattle your cage
I see you bought into your fame curb crawling in my lane
Adding fuel into the flames carried like a pool and shame
Times changed now they know the name to call on
Like I give a shit about the biggest fish in a small pond
A little recognition won't cripple this fool's bond
Between the ground and my shitty pedestal I'm set to fall from
The walls are closing in, every day I'm noticing

Play it cooler than a wise old man stroking his chin
No doors are opening it's like I've set a high bar
Shouting fuck it, stick me in a box and typecast

As we take you from the past to the present
Steadily I'm marching faster on my path to progression
Passing by the darker times I find the laughter a blessing
Otherwise I'd have to cry or swing my palms as a weapon
We take you from the old to the new
Dirty up your sound system like the soles of my shoes
I'm controlling the mood, the one who bears the brunt
Fuck the bullshit, all I wanna do is tear it up