(Iâm over time)
Welcome to my life (welcome)
Welcome to my life (welcome)
Welcome to my life (welcome)
Welcome to my life where everybody wants to cipher
Theyâve never held a mic, but they swear they nice,
âcause they boys told âem so
and surely enough they suck my dick in front of they girlfriend like
âLook, this is how you do it, you gotta fuckinâ do it slow then fast, slow then fast,
eat that shitâ, check-check
If this is you, youâre not alone
This worldâs a rock of drones
Girls flock like birds
Cause they heard lots of poems from the mystery man
When my name gets spit it echoes
Straight-laced people say grace with evil smiles
Iâll stick to Velcro
Let go of these claims I hold true
This is Sage, donât say I ainât told you
Fake gold tooth
Real problems with garden gnomes who talk shit
My respectâs the best bargain known to the consuminâ market
So pay me it
To my love-hate relationship with love-hate relationships
Makes me rich
My old lady thinks that I done did it
But I done didnât
Save my breath during dramatic movie endings hold the stub of the ticket
When credits roll Iâm heading for the exit hole
Your track record is such a short shelf-life bless its soul
Itâs about you, all about you
Thatâs probably why you donât really respect it or know how to
Fuck a fickle fan base, stuck a middle finger in they damn face
Does the pinnacle of my hand taste dirty like the suggestive gesture
Youâre best to drop out the school of hard knocks
Get murdered by stress and pressure, pressure-cooker
I leave the party with a mass amount of assed-out demo tapes to butcher
âCould ya give it a little bit of a listen, bro?â
Into â âdo me a favor and play it on a big system thoughâ
Into â âgive me a detailed critique of my hot shitâ
âSure thing boss, Iâll get right on itâ
Oh hell no he didnât, oh yes he done did my friend
Think he was so very special among the hundred thousand
You play the fence, your flow is weak and your concepts suck
It makes no sense, slow to speak â your logicâs fucked
You made no dents over beats that got lots of cuts
Noise you do have toys like you stocked with Tonka Trunks
Youâre not a lone, this worldâs a rock of drones
Who rock microphones and abuse generous ears
With the âyeah, yeah . . . off the domeâ
Youâre not a lone, this world is stocked with clones
And my dear Watsonâs are coming to bite a style near you
You best for sure lock your homes
You best for sure lock your homes
You best for sure lock your homes
You best for sure lock your homes and beware,
Beware the garden gnomes.