ID Thieves

Lyrics

[Verse 1] While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring Fell around my neck, I started choking My soul got stuck looking for openings I thought ghosts weren't supposed to sing like cage birds If you're a free broken spirit let the pearly gates burn, baby, burn The muted trumpets in my chest take turns When I release the spit valves gag on Gabe's germs Some of this is fiction written all across it But this bathroom lit and I'm too busy spitting in a faucet Shitting blood thinking of the quickest drug to heal me But I'm not lovesick, your sick idea of love would kill me Time to pry open the truth Apply pliers to my own broken tooth DIY or die, no health care benefits You could spare me the ''I know, I've been there'' sentiments I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on I palm faces. Mainly my own though I've lost patience. I'm painting over old photos I'm new now. Fresh out the box, all bloody Somebody cut me loose, slap me, call me ugly Say it how you see it, buddy. I'm a hurting hot mess A constantly inconsistent work in progress Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less They wanna assassinate your character content When pressed like ab-workouts, super thin The whitest looking Jew screaming ''Jerusalem'' [Hook] (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They are the identity thieves (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They speak war and pretend that it's peace (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They are killers by association (Got my ID ready) Who are they? They'll hurt your credits with misappropriation [Verse 2] You can't just get comfy and stand in one spot Like a king of the mountain whose been planted on top Surveying the land of your family plot 'Til it's all been abandoned, you're the man 'til you're not It happens like that when you rest on your laurels Like a shot to your back, it'll mess with your morals As a matter of fact I've consulted with oracles Precaution of a shaman who was dressed so informal I'm a poor man with cash making points with no fingers Bringing popular back 'til the smell of sex lingers Hard bodies will stack more neatly and tidy But I swallowed her visions, now she sees inside me She-devil so shiesty, deceptive and sexy Walk with me, I'll give your legs epilepsy My game is so shaky, if you love pain but hate me That's a paradox I'm unable to explain, babyyyy Conspiracy exposed, it's the way in which we fold the bills Trying to overdose, instead you just choke on your pills That's overkill. If you're just going for thrills Seek a mountain you can punch 'til it explodes into molehills I've done this yodel ever since I was a child I've got this other yodel I ain't done in a while It goes pure Himalayan intelligence Braving the elements from a man cave and haven't shaved ever since Never forget, you were the sperm that made it Plus the unexpected pregnancy could have been terminated So thanks to chance, some romance, and dancing We're here to our own damn thing. But damn, kid Why'd you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I do? Like I wouldn't chide you, out perform, out write, and out rhyme you Outsmart, out heart, and out grind you Out shine you with the torch that was given to me Torches are not passed to the bastards of the little league If rap was a game you'd be M.V.P Most Valuable Puppet of this industry Get your I.D, Independent? Fuck you!