Friends of Ill ft. Messiah Carey, Tribe One, Dopey Ziegler & Packy Lundholm Lyrics

I used to have a normal life, but it's a pitiful sign

That now I can't have a thought and not commit it to rhyme

I can't not rock a spot if I'm given a mic

And if a cypher breaks out, yeah I'm spitting some rhymes

I really did it this time, I done fucked up my life

Because I can't make it through the week without rocking a mic

I need a lyrics fix, so fuck appearances

I made it here, it's just, I'm kind of wanting to write

But I don't need that shit anymore

Laying in the gutter strung out on some metaphors

Man, that's the old me and I ready to call it quits

But I keep falling off, I'll tell you what the problem is

People hear me do it, tell me I should do it some more

Until my fluids pouring to the floor, then cue the remorse

These enablers are adding to my mountain of pain

Because every time I rap they be shouting my name

You see I gave it up once, but it wasn't for me

So keep it moving, push along, nothing to see

I mean, sure relationships unravel and such

Because I don't make hits and I travel too much

And I'm scratching and I'm clawing and I'm paddling up

And impossible river just like your average duck

Yeah, you know, I quack when I suck

But I'll never give up the sound of the magical stuff

I mean, think about the way it hits your eardrum

The way it satiates the place you hear from

Think about that feel when the tears come

And this world ain't so lonely and fearsome

Um...where was I? YOLO, Just Do It, and bonsai

Ahead of the game, not one of those numb guys

I could quit whenever I want now

Yo, check it out, look at this thumb drive

I've been clean for about a year and a half now

I no longer want the audience cheering and clap sounds

I've quieted the beats I used to hear in the background

And I'm happy. No really, I'm serious. Rap's out of my life

Oh god, I live a lie when out in public

And the only way that I survive is writing rhymes about the subject

Anytime when I'm in private I just lust to clutch the microphone

And be the me that no one sees when I'm alone inside my home

I keep the doors locked when visitors come

And I hold my breath as they test the doorknob and jiggle it some

And then eventually they storm of thinking I'm scum

And they're right, I'm a poor slob and this isn't fun "Niles, come on"

No I'm not done, don't talk! Just listen for once

I've tried everything to ward off my addiction to drums

One time I chewed a whole box of nicotine gum

But it didn't change the way it rolls off the tip of my tongue

And there's no stopping it when it's begun

Fiending for a microphone

Addiction I cannot kick on my own, I need some help

Blazing microphones a habit

At least once during the course of a day, it's automatic

I fiend for a microphone, like heroin

At night the open mic be inviting me to rhyme

Give me a stage and a mic and a mix

I need a fix

Even one who knows the dangers may become addicted before he realizes it