We Do What We Gotta Do



I'm sick of this shit..
so much time wasted trying to figure it all out,
but who gives a shit,
nobody,
whats the difference then..

i gotta mind that stays sharper than any pencil tip could
wish ta get.
don't forget to put wisdom on your christmas list..

so you dont miss a line..
cause you aint seen someone up on the scene flow this divine..

trapped in a twisted mind..

thank God the pair of medics made it here and just in time.

whats is this pair of meds its.. made clear and blitzed my mind..

now i can see it all.
i chose a life that wasn't for me at all.
but rest assured, i won't take a knee and fall..
over, let you keep it all..
when i can leak it,
the secret of rap..
but till i do, i guess its for me to know...

and its a need to know basis sorta thing just so in case you thought about pushing the case and getting me to fold..
its not gonna happen..
like tryin to run the heat on cold..
you just have to imagine..
its magical to a 3 year old..
plus i really don't need this so,
its time for me to go..

-------------

made a mistake when i first came in the game,
i thought that just being good meant i get the fortune and fame,
i couldntna been more wrong..
you woulda been convinced too if you went through all that i put up with..
or stood up against.. but i rolled on and i guess
the message that i wanna stress is,
you get your respect wit..
the more you expect and less you impressed wit..

i know you can feel that like a chest hit..
cause real is a dying breed..
I'm still tryna see where the rest went..

lets get em back together..
oh thats right, they probably knew better than to pack together..
cause then you'd attack em better..

intellect is of value and its what you'll lack forever.
look at your rap sheet, not that, i meant your last endeavor..
there you go, that felony's gonna last forever.
you made history man and that was a class you never showed up for cause you were convinced that cocaine and cash was better..

but you still couldn't spit raps that could match this veterans aftermath,
i get in and mash the gas... and that feels better..

-------

i remember this feeling..
always being the bad guy. the black sheep.
outcast..
got over cast from bills piled up that steep.

there aint a hand that you could lend that'd extend to that deep..
I'm one eviction notice from goin to hell, actually
you could tell just by looking at me I'm not well..
in fact seeing me in this states just seeing a shell
that i've latched.. keep locked, so not a thing could distract me.
but the effect of mental isolations exactly what I'm trying to escape from
hurry up ace, run,
all that karma you've been avoidings picking its pace up..
now that you're face to face with your problems you can't say one word..
not even a verse you've stored in your brain some..
rhyme from rote memory? that you wrote willingly? should this very opportunity here ever raise up...
i guess you really aint shit then, ay chump?
way ta go ace, you totally lit the stage up..

just like you said you would right?
you sparked that idea, too bad you got a head of wood..
and they said you never would!

at least i got the support that they don't,
record what they won't,
where ever word i says dope,
and their set is never good..

and whatever should happen from this point on,
its his voy-age
so just know that this boys gone..

I'm bout to be the man of a game so damaged and in need of a manager that actually could manage it..good choice y'all..

i put it all in my music thats why my voice raw..
its bad and evil, with wit quicker than royce draw..

endlessly penning these sentences yet,
i didn't get to success,
just to the infinite stress of all of it..

i know I'm schitzo but nobody else can call us that..
i tried playin your game, i.. went where the ball was at..
but i did a u turn right there in the caldasac,
and i can't say that a single one of you called us back..
but you called us whack..
said it was all just act..
but i knew that all was crap..
and saw that y'all was mad..
cause i was getting what you had wished that you always had..
respect.
by whoever knew us or who came and saw us rap..
i put us on the map..
i shoulda blown the fuck up from all my so called friends but you're too hard for that..
sposed to be harvard grads..
buying up hard for grabs..
so fuck no you had a chance for the autographs...
now get in your car and crash..

---------

i come to speak on behalf of your haunted past.
the one you try to outrun but you can't get off your ass.
I'm every insult that you would silently jot in class
to anybody who mocked what you did or who'd start to laugh
when you'd stumble through the hallways always fumbling tablets
those 8 five star notebooks someone wanted to snatch
the fiends that you created when you started pumping crack,
the friends that split ways you know that you won't get back.

I'm the hatred and the rage that you cage every time you're reminded
your situation is the same. like its forever rewinding..
a single loop of bad luck that knows wherever you hiding..
I'm every voice in your head that won't ever keep quiet.
the same voice that wants say that its whatever, be violent,
murder off the adversaries, just like david/goliaths
battle but i say that ace sees survival
that'll be determined by anybody they see a viable fit..
no more denying the sort of denial I've been
at trial with.
destiny wants to call but won't dial the
right number so i might as well move on,
and reach higher but just as i go to leave,
my answering machine light is lit..up
and i wanna ignore it but i just go right back and
get pumped to hear the message but all i hear is a crackle and hang up..
what'd you expect someone from a label had come across
the fabled ace? nah they all thought that you gave up...

you aint shit,
you just seem to think you are
don't share how arrived at..
that conclusion, you're delusional
thats why you're derided.
ridiculed,
for each lyric that you happily writing,
but thats just half of me right?
and the other half keeps despising
the man we see in the mirror and all the baggage beside em..
every demon that surfaces from the depths to outside em..
and should they ever wanna come and claim the credit, i'll cite em
cause they're my source,
their the cause of the fucking way i am..

and so..
as a piece of closure i don't want feel the urge
to keep looking over my shoulder till the curtains get closed
sure, its supposed to be a rush,
but this is a surge,
this is absurd..
you don't wanna touch, cause I'm too ill to be cured..
relentlessly penning each word
the teacher,
preacher of morals
married the rap game,
good and bad, for richer or poorer.................


Bad Guy *Remix* (Lyrics in description)

sometimes at night i can't sleep
i keep turning and tossing, done lost the damn sheep..
so what am i s'posed to do to get peace i mean Jesus..
is this just a nightmare i can't leave?

sometimes rhymes run around like a stampede in my mind,
till I'm so overwhelmed that i can't think..
I'm so far off the edge that i can't see
the top, as i drop,
where those watching just stand speechless
----------------

who wants to see in the mind of a psychopath?
it ain't even halloween, I'm here in my michael mask..
with a mic attached..
feel like a "write attacks"
the right attack..
idk why, its not like they write em back..

i spend the night alone..
driving to find the home
of my next vic till only the her bedroom light is on.

thats when i mosey on in, but I'm quite so
she doesn't know I'm there,
and hopefully i surprise her more..

close your eyes,
you're frightened,
those clothes are nice,
don't fight it, you won't survive,
no pride in a hopeless plight..
you know this right?

theres no greater joy than witnessing all the light,
escaping from both her eyes
and hearing "its over" sighs..

pulverizer her so nobody recognizes
the body,
record the night or you probably won't get the prize you were wanting..

don't sodomize her unless you want the FBI teams coming
the bottom line is you're probably too hypnotized to be running,

energizer me, bunny!
get her diamonds and money before i leave..
even the grimmer times can be funny..

play its off as a robbery,
wipe every print off of each surface i touched
so i get away with it all properly..

and when i make it back home, I'm all wobbly
with not a clue of where i been i think somethings wrong with me..
honestly..
i can't explain it, thats what its gotta be!
y'all just need to get off my case fore i think you're onto me..

-----------------------

you ever fantasize about burying some man alive?
not caring to spare his life?
i do.. i can't deny it..
the night is my friend, I'm led by the candle light..
i angle the camera right,
then handle this plant of mine..

Im out for blood,
don't leave without the gloves,
you cowards,
no talcum powder prints gon' point out who it was
I'm too smart to leave evidence
in the residence
ever since victim 1s scare,
I'm as cautious as i could get ever get...

i never get nervous,
whatever the stakes,
whatever may surface,
fuck it, its whatever it takes..
I'm the steps you hear in your house that makes you tremble and shake
from the hellish fire inside of my devilish gaze..

the demons are too loud to hear you telling us wait..
they just feed off of this feeling.. if its yelling its prey..
as you bleed, it such a thrill to them, you'll never escape..
its game you see, up until they sever your face..

but never the less,
at least you gettin left in your flesh..
or the rest of it, the optimistic perspective is best..
what'd you expect?
a spirit was gonna haunt you instead?
just pop up in a mirror, make something drop on your head?
you'd wake up tomorrow all groggy on top of your bed?
walk into work, tell this story next time you talking to ted?
you opened the door, when you shoulda locked it instead..
I'm the ghost of the night,
i get what i want when you dead.. 

-----------
there was a suicide note, but it was a homicide,
because she ain't lock up and i was the one that got inside..

you remember that song, i remember that night,
its too late now, i dismembered the dyke..bi!

i need meds or something to fix my head
i know I'm a fucked up individual like everyone said..
this is the point of no return, won't stop till everyones dead..
i may think like marshall mathers, but id never be stan..

I'm saying please,
this a cry for help,
I'm sick of this life of hell,
my brain is just like a cell
that i been dwelling in..

i couldn't see the signs, my pride was swellin and
now theres no telling what ill do next or if it'll ever end..
can we address the elephant in the room?
though slightly irrelevant,
whys he so malevolent?

wheres the humanity?
where the fuck is benevolence?
now a days a cold shoulder is all you ever get..

so i give em 3rd degree burns,
murder in first degree..
CD-Mature,
for these curse words and disturbing scenes..

i just interpret as dreams..
brought to fruition
until theres a new mission
to execute oh so perfectly..

let me apologize now
for what my pen'll do..
i ain't gotta bring you down to size to belittle you..
I'm shittin you not,
I'll literally get rid of you for good..
and it ain't even like it'll give a better view..

-----------

Adam Calisto

Popular tracks