Echo Chamber II

Everyone run at me if you all wanna be
Just like me, an Eminem wannabe
Women in a men monestary, huh
Laughin' at me in the street, huh
Not good enough, for this industry, huh
Depends if I got enough in strength in me, huh
To strap in me, in the front seat, like a gun
Strapping me down but not running me round
Cos I'm pushed on the ground and I'm trapped underground
Your a sheep, moronic, I'm an ox, see, more eonic
Call me oxymoronic, cos like when I'm awake, y'all sleep on it
Give me a good beat, I get deep on it

Maybe I'm not good, maybe I'm not bad
But I will never stop if there is still fun to be had
Maybe I should give up, maybe I should go home
Maybe this is Echo Chamber 2; the sequel poem

People say I'm like Shady but who's he I don't know him
When I blow up I'll be me or maybe a bad muslim
Not achieving minimum but reaching for the minithin
I don't know how to get out this motherfuckin' mess I'm in
When I'm sent to an asylum and I finally fall silent
Just know that I wasn't violent, not unlike Alissa Violet
Shot at a plane but I missed the pilot
Next time I shoot for the stars, I'll fly private

I've done things that I'm proud of
That I'm not gun' talk about cos
I'll just get thrown off the stage
Like Lindsey Lohan in a rage
Maybe I'll get kicked out of the game, cos
I'm irrelevent, won't find no fame, what
To self-aware to go insane but sad enough to be inane
And I am under to much strain and I'm starting to feel the pain
And I cannot simply maintain my hold onto this fucking chain
Maybe I'll fall off this train and maybe then you'll pop champagne

Maybe I'm not good, maybe I'm not bad
But I will never stop if there is still fun to be had
Maybe I should give up, maybe I should go home
Maybe this is Echo Chamber 2; the sequel poem

Oh, are we getting serious? Or am I just delirious
In my moment of weakness have I revealed that I'm mysterious
Surely I'm a genius, where's my head, oh there he is
In the clouds, above us all, about to fall, his downfall
But don't catch me, when I do
Or I'll be cut off, like Apu
Like a poo, oh boo hoo, what did I ever do to you?
Like Looney Toons, my puny tunes
They do not mean shit to you
But to some they do, so to sum it all, fuck it all and fuck you too!

I think that I've realised
That I do not need you guys
Laugh at me? big surprise
Won't convince you otherwise
Not my fault, you don't have eyes
So you can't see or sensitise
With my rhymes, and oftentimes
I wonder do I want your likes
Guess I don't, not the methadone
Ding ding ding on my xylophone
Cos it's always the same old tone
But I guess that I am just prone
To always just be alone
Dust off of the microphone
My last chance to take this throne
And bitch you know I will be known

My last plea, to you now
You made me do this shit and now
I'm in denial, not the river
Surely my rhymes are still killer
Something lurking in the mirror
Looking something sinister
I think it's me, but it can't be
It's got evil eyes and scary teeth
It's what I'm hiding inside
The darkness I never satisfied
The anger I've personified
Now it's coming for my life
Jay, you've come this far just let go
Take the pill, head back, and swallow
No time to sit back and wallow
Go crazy, this is your grace fall

Maybe I'm not good, maybe I'm not bad
But I will never stop if there is still fun to be had
Maybe I should give up, maybe I should go home
Maybe this is Echo Chamber 2; the sequel poem