Lyrics Frenemy - Faces & Shawn Kemp feat. Supa SortaHuman

Yo, speakin through the holy ghost inside of me.
I′m more than your average bag of bones
Fuck anatomy
Average joe shmoes wanna know how I keep it up
I rap like a cold pizza bitch
I heat it up
Keep the fire lit with the gasoline I spit
Rip the shit
Leave it in the graveyard
That's my shift got cold
Bring the haters on like some sheep in a herd
Oh you came to my shows because your friends but you know all my words?
Still pitchin like I′m Randy
Killin pigeons
My religion is the difference between me and you
It's nothin
Inner visions of self progression
I'd rather be number one before I even consider thinking about settling
When I pick up the mic and spill out the heart in my chest
I′m expecting to hear the fans middle fingers up to the rest
Chemicals in my brain let me get past all of you lames
The only reason that you′re mad is because I am not the same