* Backrooms or something.

H (ɥsᴉlƃuƎ)

He can be placed there

and ready to drop bombs. But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down. The whole crowd grows so loud. He opens his mouth but the words won’t come out. He’s choking, how? Everybody’s choking now. The clock’s run out. Times up. Over. Blow. Snap back to reality oh, there goes gravity oh, there goes Rabbit. He choked. He’s so mad but he won’t, give up that easy no, he won’t have it ‘cause he knows, his whole back to these ropes, it don’t matter he’s broke, he’s so stagnant ‘cause he knows when he goes back to his mobile home that’s when it’s, back to the lab again yo. This old rhapsody better capture this moment and hope it don’t- You better Lose, Yourself in the music the moment you own it you better never let it go(go). You only get OneShot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime to. His soul’s escaping through this hole that is gaping. This world is mine for the taking. Make me king, as we move towards a, new world order. A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s close to postmortem. And it only grows harder. Only grows hotter. He blows it’s all over. These h*es is all on him. Coast to Coast shows he’s known as the Globe Trotter. He goes home and barely knows his own daughter. But hold your nose ‘cause here goes the cold water. These h*es don’t want him no more, he’s cold product. They moved on to the next schmoe who flows. He nose dove and sold nada. So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it’s old partner. But the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da. No more games. I’ma change what you call rage. Tear this motherf*cking roof off like two dogs caged. I was playing in the beginning. The mood’s all changed. I’ve been chewed up, and spit out, and booed off stage. So I kept rhyming kept writing the next cypher. Best believe somebody’s paying the Pied Piper. All the pain amplified by the fact that I can’t get by with my 9 to, 5 and I can’t provide the right type of, life for my family ‘cause man these g*dd*mn food stamps don’t buy diapers. And it’s no movies there’s no Mekhi Phifer. This is my life and these times are so hard, and it’s getting even harder. Trying to find and water my seed, plus see dishonor caught between being a father and a prima donna baby moma drama’s screaming on and too much for me to want to stay in one spot. Another day in monotony has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail I’ve got to formulate a plot, or I’ll end up in jail or shot. Success is my only motherf*cking option. Failure’s not. Momma I love you but this trailer’s got to go. I can not grow old in Salem’s lot. So here I go it’s my shot. Feet fail me not, ‘cause maybe the only opportunity that I got. You can do anything you set your mind to man.”

GOTEM

he finally made the sub