Matador

Lyrics

[Instrumental Intro] I Self Divine in this motherfucker [Chorus: P.O.S] I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop [Verse 1: I Self Devine] I was a fiend I used to twist bags of trees Use the 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 Overlord, stab niggas with a rusty sword Stillborn, choke 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 Facepaint 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] The damage to your ego is a stepping stool For self respect issues See, you's a speck I go berserker On 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 [?] 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 The 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 (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 and for real using echo like some bunny men I press on, I'm beat harder than step songs I treat father like each one of his last sons A whole lotta nada My soul's hella hot I stay loaded like cannon fodder Aimed at you prima donnas I oughta slap the fuckin' face right off your head I play the matador instead [Chorus: P.O.S] I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop ([?]) A matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop ([?]) One plate breaks another gets put right in it's place I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop A matador chasing bull in a China shop One plate breaks another gets put right in it's place