Backward - Mac Lethal

My name david Mcleary Shelton

I was born and rasied in Kansas City

You got a Beautiful face

Sitting on the roof of the factory high,

Theres a blood orange moon

In the strawberry sky

To come home soon is the wish and wonder

But im calmed by the boom

Of the distant thunder

Relax theres no televison static

Just the howels and neverending traffic

This world is plastic and Fake

And I was born a few generations late.

Illitrate my fate feel the spunk

I'm strange as hell but real as f**k

So follow my smell to the hollows and dells

And I'll show you the snakes

As they swallow there tails

There right there running the assembly lines

Where the coal gets shoveled

By the carton smokers,

There parasites burrowed into

There listeners minds

Nevermind scratch

That let me start this over man

How far does this pigeon hole travel

Find the answers in the Indigo shadows

Though you can

If you know the chan

Or the 808 laberline soldierann.

I held my mom as she died in my hands,

Had to cancel the tour hope

You guys understand

That the life of a man is gunna crack

I the eyes of his fans

When he fails the supply and demand.

Now if only i could catch my breath

I got spurs in my boots

I can etch my steps so i can find

My way home when I strech my depth

But i gotta get a disclaimer off my chest

When I talk about social ills

Or alchol fix or the poten pills

Understand I wrote it with a sole to fill

I had to sketch myself a new home to build

I was baited and cought by decoys free-will,

Wounded inside I rejoyeced in cheap thrills

My life was destroyed and rebuilt.

Listen to the dangerious sweet noise

An keep still

Introverted borderline sick disconserted

Kinda slick when its quickly worded

Every tick, every twist every trips asertive.

With a verse every pixel is picture perfect

When it Bursts,

Thats how I stiched the fur

But with the scraps and the bits

Of the century murder.

And then the intenceses

I'm ripple with the type of terrificness

The benefits of rhyming certificates

Kids are intimate

I'm spitting so the minute on the rhythm

And I'm getting so inventive

That there's really no equivalent

I'll rip a show, a pigeon hole,

And invalent

Until they gotta tippy toe

To get a dose of lithium

So tell the other kids to smell

The blood I spit

Just to let them know

What they hell they f**king with

I've felt pain and I'll feel it again

Take them back to the end start again

I got mental cravings for sinfull tastings

And gentle phrasings with pencil shavings

I felt pain and I'll feel it again

Take them back to the end start again

Away

Start it right here

Start it right here

I don't want it to be over

Say it right here

Start it right here

I don't want it to be over

Say it right here

Start it right here

I don't want it to be over

Say it right here

Start it right here

I don't want it to be over

Say it right here

Start it right here

I don't want it to be over

You got, you got a,

You got a beautiful face

You got, you got a,

You got a beautiful face