[Sampled Intro: from "Dagon" by H. P. Lovecraft]
I am writing under appreciable strain
Since by tonight I should be no more

*Casting spell*

[Verse]
Yo, my hands are dirty 'cause I shook yours, yeah
You tried to curse me 'cause I took yours, but where?
Somewhere, nowhere near, I walk where no man dares
So the world could share one man's fare
My cares are your cares, your tears are my tears
When you talk to God, I eavesdrop on your prayers
I eavesdrop on your prayers
The industry could not stop my career
Fuck your record sales, where your skills at?
You got a million fans, but you still wack
I can't feel that, what they've been exposed to is not real rap
Real rap is like chemical crack
I'm driven by my addiction to steal it and bring it back
I prove it on every single track, I prove it on every single track
This is real hip-hop before it became rap
Do these magazines mention that? No!
Does radio pay attention to that? No!
Do they thank us for representin' that? No!
You think I let 'em get away with that? No!
They just use us, abuse us
Stupid fuckin' reality shows do not amuse us, but they don't give two fucks
I said they don't give two fucks
Now it's all up to you, Bus!
*Church bell sounds*