MISFORTUNE
The Media Made Me

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So dope it don’t fly with the authorities 
They don’t like it like its pride inside minorities 
You’d think I took my vibes right out of a horror scene 
I encourage all to write / Right now my rival’s boring me 
We could measure the score between your featherweight sword 
and ancient sorcery / Oh, you poor thang 
But I don’t need to wage a war to see the page you tore is forgery 
You plain performing horribly 
Giant laying dormantly / Who ordered the beef ?
You woke me in the morning / It’s a quarter to three 
I’m cornering the mortal / You on a course for defeat 
I’ve mortified courts of law since I was fourteen 
The beats phat / Obese / Morbidly 
I run the track accordingly 
This is what I’m born to be 
Ya’ll are nothing like what my girl just wore to sleep 
Beauty at its purest / Great view of the coral reef 
More than meets the eye / I’m a transformer 
Lord, just a piece of the pie is all I ask for 
They jerkin me in every direction / Its very unpleasant 
Didn’t get their hands warm or wear any protection 
Fans swarm after DB show em what it stands for 
Mighty like the Hulk, Iron man and Thor 
I ain’t stopping til I bought the whole damn store 
They’ll be mopping up your jaw off the damn floor 
Only threw one punch but I land four 
You ain’t any kind of sick this motherfucker can’t cure 
I’m a champ / You’re a tantrum and a slammed door 
Snatching up some ransom I’ll be counting till my hands sore 
Joey Deadbeat / Rapper with a Jansport 
Tamper with your brain like what the famous man snorts 
I’m a lot of weight to transport 
I will not obey your damn orders 
I told them to stay away or there’s 
More than consequences to pay forward 
It could be your name or your life shortened 
When I play the game my mic jordan

(CHORUS)
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
(What? What happened?)

Second verse / What can I say at the start? 
Now you gotta curse so they pay attention to art 
Fuck you all / At the end of a show 
they all call for their mama like they afraid of the dark 
There’s none realer / A done dealer 
Ya’ll stories made up / I see the concealer 
No brakes on an eighteen wheeler 
Drove straight through the label you prayed would hear ya 
Bust down doors like nobody can fuck with us 
In every bar we fight and each word’s an uppercut 
Deep shit / A face that only mothers love 
Any time I touch the mic 
I leave the room thunderstruck 
I make the runner up want a hug 
Hundred bucks says right now
that fucker’s looking for his cuddle bug 
Its not really something to mutter but 
I know that all these women just wanna
(woo)
Subtle, huh? 
I’m a special type of troublesome 
Number one foam fingers rise when I huddle up 
Yeah you taking over / Right where the gutter was 
I make em wonder what the fuck is harder than this song that I’m bumping 
(no, tell me) 
You make em wonder who the fuck just farted when your song comes in 
(what am I smelling?)

(CHORUS)
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
Misfortune 
(What? What happened?)