GET ME GONE

Before the first song that you heard me on There were people already trying to get me gone Telling me to quit rapping just play the keys that “My band had a singer”“They didn't need me” But my band had my back So we did the tracks put out the album And the talk went flat It was funny at first but then the humor faded When some magazines printed that our label made us We were too good to be true Some were saying ghostwriters were writing all that we do So we had to disprove it we spelled it out To the detail how we do it when we're making this music After that I made it a rule: I only do email responses to print interviews Beacuse these people love to put a twist to your words To infer that you said something fucking absurd Oh did I lose you at“infer?” Not used to hearing a verse that uses over first-grade vocabulary words? People used to infer that we were manufactured Now I've got the interviews on file Which people said what which number to dial So now every enemy screaming insanity All they're ever gonna be's another big fan of me…