Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, check these mics, 1, 2 (Yo, turn that mic up) 1, 2 (I can't hear myself in the monitor) Gotta get that level right Check, 1, 2 (Put some bass in it?) These little things, check the microphone, you know what I mean (check, check) See where we at (That's better, that's better) 1, 2, 1, 2 (How's it sound in the house?) Get them levels correct, you know what I'm sayin 1, 1, 2, check [Verse - Decay] Never been that cool In fact, something of a tool Still in llama school, breaking the rules Might be fools, still remains to be seen but in time between We feed fiends with this hit, the supreme And it seemed like the moment, this here, is falling on deaf ears I spend too much time drowning in beers and wasting years At half-assed pursuits, now I've shed my youth And the truth? Well the only thing left is the truth I might never get a Grammy or rhyme on MTV Never have a platinum record, and that's cool with me Never be recognized as that true MC It's cool cuz there's really no place I'd rather be I'm sure more than a couple llamas would agree That the shit that makes us us is on another frequency And maybe in that there's a deficiency In not following green like it ain't with the team Hold only llamas in the highest of esteem Some alienated, still wish to be redeemed A stone's throw away, even going full steam So many nightmares wrapped up in the dream Fucked many times but stopped getting reamed Once I separated my artistry from the cream Never game a damn about glitz and the glam Not sure I want people to even know who I am And if you don't feel that because "it ain't rap" Then perhaps it's time to be ghost, out with the fam Thanks for the 15 but time is up For real, it might be that time for me to shut the fuck up Far be it out my lane to complain Probably going insane, fell off the deep end, got caught in the rain And it's strange to expose so much in this time But they ain't really listening, it's just another rhyme On a beat tape, fucking up your time, I guess But little with the chorus, so we'll skip the digest And it can't just be fresh of your chest In a mother fuckin microphone sound check What's next? More or less Exactly what's expected, ado Decay signing off, now I rep for the crew at school [Outro] Aw shit, man Where the sound man go? Fuck you mean t- Wait he wasn't even there in the first place? We've been up here the whole time man like, f- So the levels been the same the whole time, man I've been playin myself up there talking bout... ...aw, fuck Yo get the sound man out here man, we need him right now Wait, our times up, what?