Tekster:
Loss For Words Face To Face

Here we are again, face to face with ourselves, and we're hating every second of it. What have I done to deserve this? Cause I'm not that person and I

your lives Ungrateful immigrants asking for pity When all of your answers are knives This city makes a cartoon of a crime Capes and umbrellas, the glorification of slime I have to face

them niggas took a loss Put on my mask, and turn the fuckin' lights off See, speeded up, right beside, and he knew he was hit The last words that he

for you all day Waited for you to use the key That opens my place My heart starts trembling As I hear your footsteps pace Lock opens, doorknob turns There appears your face

, powers, weight loss, powers From Phat Farm to Iceberg Slim in one shower Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours Kicked the bitch up out the room 'cause she used the word

doo-doo And you ain't gon' keep 'em from smellin' it Do you have a speaking impediment, bitch Or are you just at a loss for words? Oh no, actually,

a fuck But y'all already said that 'Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard For me to come up with shit and just say, "Aye" I'm at a loss for words

Passion for war, Wu-Massacre, threats, they never worry me Plots to my death, mic jack conspiracy Lyrically, I'm only afraid of my own ability Words that

put dumb in a shot glass I'm just another lush who's had one too many in me Plenty's not enough for sitting in the stand to Settle for anything, anything