Faceless

Life is a fight to try to gain the upper hand These labels are given and certain words are forbidden You know it's all a fucking scam So why should I make it easier for others To try to understand Pushing the agenda of another's plan Listen, you don't need a movement just to see the needle moving Sometimes, you need to look inside yourself and say that you need improvement It's called the illusion if you needing a blueprint Just to be a decent human, And there it is, the narrative It's one-sided, and you's a heretic With barbaric thoughts just because you stared At a pair of tits, You want to talk how fair it is Then we can chop it up, and I'm a Rick Flair a bitch I wasn't talking females Matter of fact, skip all the details And I ain't got time to be basic, And I ain't got rhymes to be wasted I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist And no, I ain't got time to be basic (do you), and I ain't got rhymes to be wasted (For what) I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist Makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to be faceless It makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to stay faceless Nothing but the basics Why we stay faceless Nothing but the basics That's why I am faceless They changed your psychology and made you question biology That type of ideology is like trying to find a flea inside a ki Good luck with that odyssey, only the odd can see Oh wait, that reminded me, don't forget to like and follow me The dopamine inside the likes starts to swallow me It makes it hard to acknowledge the hypocrisy in everyone's philosophy The monopoly of monotony is kept under a lock and key It got me with two fingers up, you either Mocking Jay or mocking me I'm as complex as a chopped cheese from Ocky be I'm high as Apollo, but you'd rather me wear Rocky be In dirty sweats, closed doors, pounding meat I'd rather get lost than nouns or words that resound in me and everything, everywhere, found in me And I ain't got time to be basic, And I ain't got rhymes to be wasted I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist And no, I ain't got time to be basic (do you), and I ain't got rhymes to be wasted (For what) I'm described as kind of abrasive And that's probably why I'm not on your playlist Makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to be faceless It makes me understand, it makes me understand Why ghosts try to stay faceless Nothing but the basics Why we stay faceless Nothing but the basics That's why I am faceless