Felt Lyrics - A Better Tomorrow - Wu-tang Clan

I guess you could consider it poetry, but with 

me it started out with just words, just words. 

They started looking like puzzle pieces so I 

started connecting them to each other 'til they 

started to resemble blank canvases. 

By this time I was an artist so I just started to 

see these pictures, these real visuals, 

psychopathical killer 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer 

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer 

A psychopath, I'm a killer 

A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night 

Sayin' I'm a killer 

Did you ever think we would come to find? 

Maybe in my dreams 

I'm a psychopath, I'm never keepin' it plain 

Lyrical murder is somethin' I've been about 

Ever since I was a little kid, doodlin' in the 

class 

Drew a picture of my teacher, bullet in his 

head, ruler in his ass 

With a toilet in front of him, throwin' up, 

pissed off 

Prolly symbolic of this thought, sick tot 

To my inner enemy in a rush 

I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my 

dreams 

With anything less than a full bank 

It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in 

front of a gun 

I'm puttin' myself in the way of a bullet to pull 

rank 

The hood is over my eyes but the wool ain't 

Yeah, got the mentality of bein' with a wizard 

Every award show, we don't even get 

considered 

How do you sell somethin' that's so lyrical 

To a kid that wouldn't know what was hittin' if 

it hit him? 

Now I wanna talk about these niggas from 

Detroit 

Beef on me and Shady who was thinkin' 'bout 

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We put the world onto it so watch how you 

say "fuck me" 

You just might jinx yourself, whoop, your girl 

gon' do it 

Cause I was in that 911 in Chicago, 911 at the 

same time 

I had already been grindin' since '97, that's 

longevity 

And if you think you're lyrically better, you 

better be a killer 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) 

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Cause ain't nobody iller 

Knowing nobody for realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

It's an elite drinker, mister ringleader 

I'm a deep thinker, I'm a street preacher 

With a street sweeper full of heat seekers 

In your Jeep speakers I'mma keep ringers 

I don't need heaters, I got the meat cleaver 

Welcome to the slaughterhouse 

Niggas try to tell me I spell too much 

Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R 

Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word 

Making work disappear quick as magic 

Abracadabra, the traffic blacker than Africa 

Can you imagine a nigga flipping bread for the 

blood? 

Money like Dracula, hand him some spatula, 

ask me a question 

Am I the best with the flexing? 

Fuck yes with the goon talk 

I just moonwalk all over the beat then I'm 

lightin' up the street 

CROOKED going Michael Jackson on Thriller 

I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) 

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Cause ain't nobody iller 

Knowing nobody for realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Feelin' it in the air, breathe it in the night 

Sayin' I'm a killer 

Did you ever think we would come to find? 

Maybe in my dreams 

The thought of retiring 

Is makin' me want to set your daughter on fire 

with a soldering iron 

What up mom, applyin' for the rim job, are you 

hirin'? 

I'm hopin' to fill up your opening 

Oh but I know I gotta meet a lot of 

requirements 

First I gotta accept you in the lobby and the 

isle and 

You've probably already been with all the 

slaughter and iron men 

No mood to be playin' second fiddle, slob on 

this violin 

With no strings attached 

I'm just the product of a hostile environment 

But bein' brought up so brought up inspired 

But I don't know why, it's still like I'm caught 

up inside a whirlpool 

Not an appliance, but applyin' this science, I 

psychotically rhyme 

And it's like stars have aligned all in alliance 

Heart of a lion, balls of Goliath 

Obscene talkin', the twine like a bean's talkin' 

and buyin' 

But I keep walkin' the line between the wrong 

and the right 

But everything I write seems wrong and it's 

like 

I'm ecstatic at all the static that I can still 

cause 

In the fabric of our modern society 

Now Catholics are panicking cause I snapped 

back to my old antics and shenanigans 

Dammit the pope's mad again 

Probably shouldn't have ran up in the Vatican 

with that mannequin 

Singin' "Bagpipes from Baghdad" again 

In my dad's drag draggin' a faggot in, a glad 

bag 

Won't be the last time I make a dramatic 

entrance, like that again 

You thought I was lyin' when I said I think that 

I'm crossin' the line again? 

I've lost my mind, caution oh God I think I've 

thought of another fucking line 

Forgive me father, for I have sinned 

But hip hop has left me brainwashed with a 

violent streak 

Defiant, now the odds of me tryin' to fuckin' 

be quiet 

Probably gotta be 'bout as high as the Jolly 

Green Giant 

After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee 

hive colony tryin' to sneak by it 

So please don't follow me while I revive rap 

I'ma start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence 

it 

You're not gonna, might as well just hit the 

block in your joggin' attire in 

Boston, across the marathon finish line and I 

Put your thoughts against mine 

Cause the arsenal I have'll scar you for life, 

worse than Dzhokhar 

And I have a bomb, pliers and barbed wire 

Your bars are like Barney Fife with a fucking 

swiss army knife 

A saber that's Darth Vader with arthritis at a 

bar fight 

With the Dark Knight on a dark night with his 

arms tied up 

I'm Dahmer-like when I'm on the mic, I'm not 

gonna lie 

Perform like I'm gonna die at the end of a 

song so it's hard for the rhyme to end 

Like fuck 'em all and just ride 

Like I'm locked up inside a shot of Bonnie 

and Clyde called 

Uncle Ronnie is driving, 'bout to burst in 

through the side door 

Fuck up an asylum and park in the dining 

room 

(I'm a psychopath, I'm a killer) 

You ain't ever see a mothafucka get realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Goin' automatic on anybody sporadic I choose 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

Cause ain't nobody iller 

Knowing nobody for realer 

(A psychopath, I'm a killer) 

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