Good People Check by Themselves Lyrics
This one turns to shame and fame and what not
You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always (always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers (suckers)
You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always (always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers (suckers)
This is a dis song
Dis song absolute
Because you can't respect me
Because I can't respect you
This is a quitters anthem
This is why you should quit
Because you've cheated, and ate where you shit
All my good people you know who you are
And all you lazy lawyers and hookers
Oughta know damn well how something awful scars
So I rap with a passion and stock rap in a record store
You make me embarrassed for both, you fell on your sword
Sh sh, sh sh sh sh
Ah aha ah ooh, look out now
[Shove the gun up your ass
Shove that gun up your ass
Shove your gun up your ass
You're as good as dead] x 4
Woe's me, my rotting tape collection
Be still my beating heart
Now I buy one new rap CD six months apart
From underground to mainstream
Pioneers to fireplace rap
This is the voice of our age
Not the skin off your back
Come see me I serve you
Give you free music and step
It was nothing, I did it just to save our rep
Once again they took it to the bridge
The invisible unknown enemy
Cowards hiding behind imaginary lines
(Please recite the word by exaggerating the images color coding)
The invisible unknown enemy
Jail time behind imaginary bars
(Not really art not really life...
They would be toys for adults)
[Walk into the fact
You're blind from the fire
I turn a blind eye
The lawyer and the hooker] x 4
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood
Keep on smoking cigarettes on fire station steps
No more 40-year-old poet...
Sound the good the bad and the ugly whistle
You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always (always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers (suckers)
You sound hollow, this upsets me
You didn't always (always)
You can tell a lot about a man (anyways)
From the sound of his music (yours is hollow)
Yours is hollow sounding (sounding)
Frankly, you've become suckers (suckers)
This is a dis song
Dis song absolute
Because you can't respect me
Because I can't respect you
This is a quitters anthem
This is why you should quit
Because you've cheated, and ate where you shit
All my good people you know who you are
And all you lazy lawyers and hookers
Oughta know damn well how something awful scars
So I rap with a passion and stock rap in a record store
You make me embarrassed for both, you fell on your sword
Sh sh, sh sh sh sh
Ah aha ah ooh, look out now
[Shove the gun up your ass
Shove that gun up your ass
Shove your gun up your ass
You're as good as dead] x 4
Woe's me, my rotting tape collection
Be still my beating heart
Now I buy one new rap CD six months apart
From underground to mainstream
Pioneers to fireplace rap
This is the voice of our age
Not the skin off your back
Come see me I serve you
Give you free music and step
It was nothing, I did it just to save our rep
Once again they took it to the bridge
The invisible unknown enemy
Cowards hiding behind imaginary lines
(Please recite the word by exaggerating the images color coding)
The invisible unknown enemy
Jail time behind imaginary bars
(Not really art not really life...
They would be toys for adults)
[Walk into the fact
You're blind from the fire
I turn a blind eye
The lawyer and the hooker] x 4
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood
Misogyny
Adultery
Homophobia
Thing tug
How far into the fire can you pour out blood
Keep on smoking cigarettes on fire station steps
No more 40-year-old poet...
Sound the good the bad and the ugly whistle