since jesus and judas
caesar and brutus
now it's down to me and you
we get to see who is who bitch
the meaningless movements
of flies feeding off sewage
that sinking feeling of losing
the looseness...
we used to be two peas in a pod
the beast and the beauty
the reason and rhyme
the feast and the food
the need and the want
now the teamwork is gone
for petty reasons forgot
we both
dropped the ball
so please realize
i never meant to beef with you dawg
we were a squad
didn't know where we were going
but at least we were tryin'
i mean at least we were on
our way to something
better than wondering if this meathead shit would eat us alive

how did i become a split personality?
i used to murder cyphers
now it's me battlin' me
how could they take you seriously?
i mean...seriously.
how did i turn against me in the night?
i used to love that burnin' nervousness
you'd see in their eyes
after they heard you spit
for the first time
oh yeah you always remember the first time

i'm feelin' so nauseated
what if none of us artists make it?
hearts a'breakin'
the hardest part is often that someone in charge will pause your playlist
stay quick on the draw
and arrangements
don't wanna be bought in a bargain basement
hip-hop is my God and Satan
heart, till the fall, omega
still i'm constantly trying to one-up myself
i got more insecurities than
a busted jail
and they're all breakin' loose
like hell
what can i say or do
to make bail?
i obsess over my setlist
every time i give or send it
pretend to be record executives
take their perspective
is it too dense or too pensive?
too empty of set objective?
endlessly stressin'
ain't progressive
just makes me reckless
but why should i even worry?
fuck those other guys
i know i'm good as shit at this
they never even fucking tried
but i'm getting older and older
and i gotta get paid for this
otherwise i'll end up working retail 'til i'm 86
aw shit...

how did i become a split personality?
i used to murder cyphers
now it's me battlin' me
how could they take you seriously?
i mean...seriously.
how did i turn against me in the night?
i used to love that certain nervousness
you'd see in their eyes
after they heard you spit
for the first time
oh God you always remember the first time

i tell myself that i'm young
there's so many years ahead
and one day i'll be the man
that i want to be
but i'm not sure when that'll come
so i work as hard as i can
just promise me this
don't let me die
don't let me fade away

way to go buddy keep your
(tell myself that I'm)
angry soul running from the
(so many years ah-)
brink of bowhunting
i just think it's so funny
so I keep the storm coming 'til
(i want to be)
i finally run out of thunderbolts
and as far you're concerned i'm untouchable
i'm the only one who gets to do any damage
to my one and own so fuck you both
have fun alone
one of us has got to go
so that i don't
one of us has got to go
so that i don't
one of us has got to go
so that i don't
fade away