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?)