Spitfall

Spitfall - Pain of Salvation

We saw you every day with your hands

On your crotch and so much to say

You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors to neon striped bmws

And a court of drugged up nodders and quoters

Name f**king fame on all photos

All cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters

Now when you're a star

When you've reached this far and the world really knows who you are really

You show off your six black Mercedeses and drink cristal like they all do

And the poor outside your gates appall you

And the only hood you see is the one on your car

Do you even know who you are

Bro I don't think so

I mean Mercedes man what a stiff old dull fart's republican sh*t car

Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before

Only now you're a coward only letting TV through your door

Getting older take a bow and just go

The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart

But then the talk shows can still get you hard

Doing' rhymes on your prime time fistfights

And spittin' grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder

A boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders a violent long way to the top

The longer that you fought yourself up the longer the pitfall

You're so f**king lost that with all of the costs you still don't see

That in reality the one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality

You're trapped in a mould of the rap you sell but you're sold

I mean can't believe that you're paying all

That gold to some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity

Seems you're losing your way together with your policy man

Ending up with a new definition of poverty it's a joke

Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough

With every copied aha yo and worn out bro

Guess what we need is yet another clown

Who can feed our breed with another look and hooker hook

Now when b**ch is mundane you take the lead with wassup ho

And let TV blur your mouth once more

Just what we need in every store

Thus quote the craving forever more

You're so right a shiny knight on a white steed truly a hero

Yeah right

F**k you f**k you right down to the core

You know what you're just another parental advisory bore

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders a violent long way to the top

The longer that you fought yourself up the longer the pitfall

When the longer the pitfall

When you're rappin' your sh*t y'all

Yo

I guess when you're that loaded you'd better empty

The barrel every chance you get is that so

Empty your word and pose magazine in magazine after magazine

Let every shot go let the sh*t flow

'Cause the show must go on and on and on you're it bro

But it's sad to know when your star implodes

All that sh*t hits the fans just like your words back when you shone

But it's getting late in the game

Trapped in repeating your name again and again like you're scared we'll forget it

Can't blame you apart from that name you're all embarrassingly the same

It's so lame can't you get it

And perhaps you are right in that fear

More sane than you appear in your self deploring c obsessive KOKS delirium

But I say to me you just redefine the old Romans' Vomatorium

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders a violent long way to the top

The longer that you claim that you have fought yourself up

The longer the spitfall

The longer the spitfall

You're a man of the masses took all the classes

Their asses are yours

All those bores who are paying the bills for your palace uphills

And your pills that will help you proceed in your greed

You are free of the chains that you need on your fans to adore

To kneel down before you more precious to you than your brains and your hands

They live for you

If you could just see this old tree this patriarchic hierarchy

Up where you want to be you need miles of roots to lick your boots

Don't you see

You're a man of the masses you need all those asses

Their fate to relate to the one that you were

Do you know who you are who are you

Not the one in your words that they buy

They concur that you conquer though a natural flunked

And you need them to stay not to fly

To obey like the dogs that they are the cogs under

The hood of your Mercedes car

They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip

You're a man of the masses your trip is a journey through classes

You are high they are low and you need it to be so

See without them you'd be nothing more than before

And you know that's not much

It's just or unjust such just a sad little man

With his hand on his crotch

There's nothing like a broken childhood

There's nothing like a broken home

There's nothing like a tale from your hood

There's nothing like a record of restriction orders

Outspoken borderline disorders a violent long way to the top

The longer that you fought yourself up the longer the pitfall

The longer the spit falls

The longer the spit falls

The longer the spit falls

The longer the spit falls

The longer the spit falls

The longer the spit falls

The longer the spit falls

When you're rappin' your sh*t y'all

You're just another parental advisory sticker surfing beach boy

Yo