Текст песни Old Mask - FG

Curtain's up again
The break is gone
The second part of the show begins now
Everybody shut and sit down
Because I have to fucking grow
But my hand's on the mic (shut up!)
I don't feel safe tonight
It feels like the Black Ink is takin' over the pen and the scene
I don't have control of these rhymes I write, not even on my fate
This is the passed call, I got the stage
I fought for it and I regret it right now
At the time I thought it was a fun shit
Fuck no, it wasn't, too much stress
The every word that comes out my mouth is distorted and evil
Yeah but no mistakes, it gotta be perfect
The pages I wrote I'm rappin' 'em
The phrases I wrote is not actin' shit
Fakes will come back to greet
Fuck 'em, I don't need 'em
Days been up to find in the sky some stars
But I can't see nothing
I'm sorry if my rap is a lil bit cranky
But shut the fuck up, let me say what I got to say
This is a story where the plot evolves in a way very strange
Every page is more complicated than the previous one
Darker calls are knockin' and something is goin' to rot
And it's on my fucking face, I can't rip it off
Even tho, this is my old mask
Second act it had to be stepped up the tempo
No more additional attempt, no
I'm covered black, no lash
I'm sweat up for this anxious moment
Growin' inside me it's a motherfucking crescendo
Sore finale, all the boos are sided
In his corner mind him, he's cryin'
With the truth of being forte are lyin'
Real torture on this artist eye
And the feel of picture him dead is bleak
The hope is dyin'
No return as the king, but he'd still be
When I take the lead and bow
Put scrolled tears on them
Sawer, Serena and J&M, sorrow now
Fears under sheet, controlled ground
With his name on it, no one can steal his crown
With any doubt, I'm gettin' a quant sound
Rapping with a sob flow
Down in my neural cerebrum
There's this muh-fuckin' cog not workin' properly
Remanence of memory
Think at that rope you keep seein'
Befo' you go to sleep
And from the '18s you wanted to twist it around your neck
But I'm reminding to myself, I am me
So why I have to follow you if I have my path, bitch
That's why I put this giant gap between me and people
'Cause people started to treat me like they had the knife
From the handle part, from sweet to acrid
Cold steel, I'm hardened, set 'em lit
A fiend inside me is blood eatin' up
Scart of my soul, the rest is replaced with ink
Fathom me, I'm sour, you see me here but- wait
I repeat for the non-heedful
This is the second act, it had to be more Black Ink
Dark suit in this show like Raimi's Venom
I'm far from being your neighbourly mate
And tell 'em, I hate your music ado!
But with no other further ado
I welcome you to the Old Mask show
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