[Instrumental Intro]
I Self Devine in this motherfucker
[Chorus: P.O.S, I Self Devine]
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop
(Handling things)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop
(Yo, my people UVS)
(UVS Nation)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop
(Yeah)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop
([?] see the place)
[Verse 1: I Self Devine]
I was a fiend
I used to twist bags of trees
You's a bitch
About to smack you with a bag of bees
We watch you scream, mark it up as a casualty
Plan the hit, and walk away casually
I'm on some shit, I'm losin' it gradually
I'm a bastard with no father and no family
A overlord, stab niggas with a rusty sword
You stillborn, choked off the umbilical cord
You got rocks, and I'm standin' in a glass house
It's your move but instead these niggas pass out
You ain't built for this, livin' in your mom's house
Claimin' you gangster, but you chaps with the ass out
Let's keep it real when it's time get gully
This no part time, commit to it fully
The means disconnect from kids and reality
I'm in town, but I treat her like I'm overseas
Let's get stupid, ignorant to the utmost
That means anywhere, anytime the buck flows
Rap battles used to be where you walk and live
It got gruesome now they talkin' bout your mom and kids
I lived a life, seen niggas truly lose they life
I made the sacrifice, left in the nick of time
With drive-bys in broad daylight, now is that right?
If it's on I can't return to my normal life
I seen niggas that I'd know were snitches and hoes
Flip the script and get thugged in they street clothes
Now I ask is it real or just actin'
Or gettin' punked all your life and start snappin'
It ain't a problem 'till it's made mine
Face paint, grab your helmet cause it's game time
I'm a cool, calm nigga and I know where my power is
I know my weakness, and what I can kill it real quick
[Verse 2: P.O.S]
A'ight the damage to your ego is a stepping stool
For self respect issues
See, you's a speck
I go berserker, makin' fuckin' shoes
A Talibangelist frantically planning schemes
To block, and split the scene
With a tube sock full of hemlock
Sippin kirin ichiban
Seein' CNN is on
Peepin' patriot, actually lower class fuck-a-thon
I went from poverty to lower lower class
To lower class, to upper lower class
To gettin' past the bullshit
Same fuckin' pants and skippin' class, no bullshit
Punk Rock livin' the clash, the misfit
Mr. Meticulous, slickin' sick with the syllabus
Spittin the dust, polish it enough to keep them listening to us
Precision is a plus
But honesty's a must for Emily Blood to beat them speakers 'til they bust
Through
We got style that's rust-proof
Flat black over tarmac, get a grip (mate)
You motherfuckers need a nappy
You know you toss and turn tryin' to sleep on me
So cut the crap and, it happens every time
(I swear, if I had a dime)
See, I'm lookin' for peace of mind
You're looking for a dime piece to give you mind
You're on some bad dad shit
You ain't for real, usin' echo like some bunny men
I press on, I'm beat harder than step songs
I treat father like each one of his less-sons
A whole lotta nada
My soul's hella hot
I stay loaded like cannon fodder
Aimin' at you prima donnas
I oughta slap the fuckin' face off your head
I play the matador instead
[Chorus: P.O.S, I Self Devine]
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop
A matador chasing bull in a China shop (One time for your motherfuckin' minds)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop
A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Starin' in your blinds)
One plate breaks another gets put right in it's place
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop (Don't fuck with this)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Venomous)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Temperate)
A matador chasing bull in a China shop (Assassin)
One plate breaks another gets put right in it's place (A matador chasing bull in a China shop)
(Yet you're lovin' it)