Jimmy P. - Bury The Hatchet Lyrics
My words are weapons, it’s evident I’m selectiveI’m begging for you to question the message that I’m selectingCuz rap music is sampled, but is that ample enough?For example, can we handle the gamble and press our luck?Dismantle the double whammy; cut it, my hands are clammyShaking just like a granny with Parkinson’s drinking brandyI must be a nervous wreck, pics didn’t surface yetBottles of Percocet put me furthest from the threatsI hope you never forget that I too deserve respectI’m a dirty flirty birdy that wants to fly in a jetHow dare you call me arrogant, evil and egotistic?When your characteristic’s being fake and taking picturesLet’s be realistic, the reason that I’m so sadisticIs because you make me wish that I was pissed that I’m artisticGotta tell the truth, Chris Rock made me realizeThat men lie the most and women tell the biggest liesAny day could be your last; I’m living my life up very fastNo geriatrics, distractions get scary fastLet’s bury the hatchet- need to be in psychiatricsSo I’m fighting back with a battle-axe, getting drastic[x2]Wish I could travel back to ’93 right before I was bornAnd tell my mama you don’t wanna have me, you’ve been warnedI’ll deviate from the norm, affiliate with a swarmOf nonconformists who watch porn in their dormsThe newborn is gonna be sworn to always brainstormWays to transform the earth but will always be scornedSo maybe if I can speak, the baby will be uniqueAnd when you sleep in on the weekend the baby won’t make a peepI can see the future vaguely- people call him a freakHe’ll be meek and quiet, but he’ll be trying to wreak havocOn all of the savages that called him a geekHis life will be bleak, but if he seeks the proper techniqueHe’ll be complete- those that stepped on him with cleats will shriek,Cuz now their option is to sleep on the streetBecause they chose to mistreat; they chose to sow, now they reapSo be tongue in cheek, cuz life can be bittersweet, you knowAny day could be your last, I’m living my life up very fastNo geriatrics, distractions get scary fastLet’s bury the hatchet- need to be in psychiatricsSo I’m fighting back with a battle-axe, getting drastic[x2]Advice that you gave me shackled me and enslaved meYou put me in a grave but you’re happy thinking you saved meIf ignorance is bliss, won’t see the cuffs on my wristsOr the chains holding my frame, but shame still existsThe smile on your face is replaced with a taste of hateMy faith has gone to waste, can’t trace the fall from graceIf I said you hurt me, you would turn around and desert meAn action that converts me back into an introvertSee I’m only as strong as you pretend I amThen again I’m just a friend or whatever you say I amI’m all by myself and I’m lonely inside of the momentGive condolence to my opponent and never seek atonementShow emotion but stay focused, open and potentLike venom soaked in your denim that leaves you hopeless and frozenI mean, paralyzed, you must be very terrifiedI should’ve clarified, when you die, you go to paradise… right?
